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Just Witchy Stuff (Nameless Poly!Ghouls x OC) Part 1

Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep.

AN: Ollie is an old OC of mine based on a lot of myself that shows a glimpse of the writer behind the writings :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

My Workshop!

-part 2

If you were to ask her what her favorite part of being a shop owner in this part of town was; she'd surprise you with the answer. While most people would say the foot traffic or tourism that comes through. Maybe they'd say it's just business and they love the money aspect of things; being able to do something to pass the time? Ollie would say she loved being a business owner because she loved to meet the people that would wander into her shop - the souls that would come in all clouded with whatever troubled them only to walk out with a precious part of them returned or uplifted with hope. To be able to make a difference even without them realizing it. Even when people often scoffed at her methods. She never batted an eye at them; perhaps when she was younger it bothered her. But when you were over 500 years old scathing comments and judgemental gazes did little to chip anything off her shoulder.

Ollie loved her small shop. She'd taken great pride in making it comfortable. As if one walked into another's home. Upon entry with the sound of a jingle bell above the door like a fairy chime to announce your arrival the first thing you'll most likely take in is the heady scent of Cedarwood, Sage, and Rosemary in the air around you that Ollie used in a homemade cleansing spray to clear the negativity and promote a protective cleaning aura upon entry to her small but protected domain. If you look at each corner of the room there are fresh sprigs of lavender and eucalyptus hanging from intricately intertwined leather cords that give the room an added layer to your senses also used for protection and calming. There are two areas in the large open space that is partially blocked off by a Japanese partition wall for a sense of privacy each section contained comfortable couches, an armchair, a low coffee table and some throw pillow to sit on to relax in with a single small bookshelf to each mini portioned privacy rooms with a bowl of crystals and some incense holders burning cones on top of the short bookshelves for others to choose from to indulge in. Beyond the closed-off rooms, it looked like any other small store; with rows of dark antique shelves lined with products - everything from spell books, bundles of herbs, and satchels of premade crystals charged and cleansed personally by the residential witch that owned the shop. There were loose leaf teas of all sorts of blends promoting different aspects of chakra, aura, and mental spell barriers to help the mind, body, and soul.

Other shelves were lined with different jars with spells within, jewelry made and blessed, and even a little bar area that offered complementary teas that were on display for sale as well. Signs offering personal spells made to order and other nicknacks only a witch or pagan would appreciate for she did not just delve into the surface of what people thought witchcraft was. There were things from all sorts of different religions as well as deities to work with. From candles, offerings, and little booklets she'd written and printed to help those who wanted to work with certain deities. Some items were....not for the faint of heart that involved voodoo and dark magic that she kept locked behind the checkout counter at her personal disposal. It would be bad if some unknowing wanderer were to get a hold of such items not knowing what it was.

Ollie prided herself in her cozy store. She had put a lot of work into it as well as money but mostly mental focus and energy to be able to keep everything up. No one would have realized that there were certain aspects of her store she was rather protective of and took seriously. Like the line of salt just inside the door of her shop. How there are lines of salt on the edges of window sills and any entry towards her home. Of how beneath the wildly colorful rugs scattered around her store there would be graphs and symbols carved or painted into the hardwood floor where no one else would see.

She was thorough if nothing else but despite the protection meant for not only herself but those who walk through her door, she is rather open and friendly to new faces. That was one thing she had going for her. So deceptively sweet, sassy, and kind that people did not see the beast that lurked beneath her violet eyes. Another signature trait of hers that people believed was contacts. The one thing people did not understand was that that kind person like Ollie who was sweet and open; giving without expecting anything in return their other sides are just as extreme and strong - god or whatever deity that person serves better protect them well if anyone gets on Ollie's bad side for there is nothing worse in this world and the next than a woman scorned - destructive if she's a witch; for she does not work alone.

After a long tiring day of smiles, spells, and emotional distress that her psyche took today, Ollie was more than happy to be able to flip the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed' on her door so that she may make herself a cup of tea and meditate but as she turned to walk back into her store a voice called from down the street sounding awfully familiar in it's over the top cheerfulness that no one should be having at midnight.

"Olivia, My dear! Won't you wait a moment?! We must see you, urgently!"

The woman spun on her heel and watched with furrowed brows as a group marched their way in a cluster down the deserted streets towards her quickly. Now because of her profession, Ollie kept her store open no later than midnight in case there was a wandering poor unfortunate soul that needed her help without the stares or judgment of others on the otherwise timely streets her store was located on but those were few and far in between. But the voice was certainly one she hadn't heard in many years - and she secretly grimaced at the realization of who was approaching.

The woman was tall and blond with her greying hair pulled up into a form of bun updo at the back of her head and her face although far more wrinkled than Ollie had last remembered her having was more prominent in the yellow light of the street lamps - no amount of concealer, foundation, or lipstick could conceal her age.

"Sister Imperator." Ollie's voice was even as she eyed the group while leaning against the open door. "I'm surprised you remember my shop after all these years." a wry smile tugged at her pink lips as her violet eyes gleamed in the light while she examined the ragtag group behind the imposing woman and the oddly dressed man trailing nervously.

Besides Sister Imperator, there were 6 others. A man who was dressed in a scarlet red suit from head to foot and what looked like some kind of mask painted on his face that made him resemble a panda as he walked with a cane in one hand although he clearly didn't need it and a fedora hat on his slicked back black (but greying) hair. His eyes were mismatched she'd noted. One white eye and the other a normal green that looked almost grey in the shadows. Behind him were 5 others dressed all in the exact same black attire. Black skinny jeans with black suspenders while their skin-tight black button-down shirts tucked into the pants and black riding boots. What was curious was the fact they all wore what looked like a faceless silver mask with engraved hair and horns - a form of devil mask or something of the like. But the masks only covered their heads and faces down to the noses leaving the people's chins exposed; well would have been if they weren't covered in black fabric. They looked stoic and their stances were....unnatural; too stiff and detached. She wasn't too keen on their energy either; dark and foreboding - like swirling black smoke that only her eyes could see coming from them.

"Olivia, dear?" Sister Imperator's voice broke through the fog of the witch's thoughtful examination bringing her slowly back to the present as if she was slowly being pulled from the water.

"Hmm?" Ollie blinked and turned her attention back to the woman before her lips curled slightly. "Sorry, Sister. Of course, come on in." she swept her hand inside her store.

The blonde woman walked straight in with no problem and while the man began to follow he paused halfway in and turned awkwardly towards her. He pointed with a gloved hand at her face and she raised a brow curiously when he didn't say anything at first.

"Is that you're real hair color?" he asked in a tone of voice that clearly spoke volumes of his lack of social skills.

Ollie reached up to tug a piece of her pure white hair in front of her eyes in amusement as she looked closely at her own hair as if realizing it for the first time that it was snow white.

"Why, won't you look at this?" she murmured before meeting the man's gaze with a humorous one of her own.

"Yes, it's natural. I actually used to be a brunette but...it changed over time. One of the hazards of my profession" she replied truthfully which seemed to satisfy the man as he gave a little hum and began walking inside again.

Ollie watched as the bulkiest of the silver-masked fellows followed after the man and presses a hand to the door to keep it open to allow Ollie inside first and she began to turn away until she realized that...he wasn't moving. His foot was hovering over the edge of the door but it didn't go past the line of salt at her doorstep. Her gaze stared at the foot before slowly dragging her eyes back up to meet the pale purple behind the mask.

"Sister Imperator. I don't believe you introduced me to your friends." Ollie's gaze did not leave that of the masked figure.

"Oh, yes well..." the woman behind her cleared her throat uncomfortable as she looked around the store as if realizing for the first time where she was.

"They are safe, Olivia. I promise you on my life." the blonde said her tone leaving no room to argue but Ollie did not move for a hot minute.

"It's not your life I'm worried about." she finally shot over her shoulder before her foot moved forward carefully and brushed the toe of her boot across the salt line slowly.

"Don't touch anything," she warned the masked figures in a low voice that broached no argument before swiftly turning and heading deeper into the store.

The store itself was dimply lit. The lights above were shut off and only a few oil lamps on a few surfaces within the store gave light. She led the way to the partitioned area and moved to the small counter where she kept her complementary teas.

"Alright, now that you've invaded my holy space." her voice was only partly joking as she busied herself in preparing a personal blend of tea.

"Would you like to make the introductions?"

Sister Imperator sank into one of the armchairs and sighed. "Always with the pleasantries, Olivia."

"Ollie."

"Or should I call you The Arcane Priestess." there was a gleam in the other's eyes that made Ollie tense up.

"I haven't gone by that name in centuries. A name you should not even know. Now talk. You know damn well I don't enjoy these little visits of yours so let's stop with the pretense of friendship. I'm tired, I've had a long day." Ollie snapped her gaze sharp as she turned cooly towards the group.

"Touchy aren't we?"

Ollie's violet eyes flashed and her hand clenched around the edge of the counter. "Your crossing the line sister, do you want me to take back the youth I gave you?" one brow quirked up and that seemed to shut the other up if only for the moment as the older woman's jaw tensed and she flapped her hand around the group.

"This is my son, Papa Emeritus IV -"

"Please call me Copia, mi cara." The awkward man in the suit gave a little smile to the witch who merely flicked her gaze up and down his frame a few times as if seeing him differently.

"These are... Well, these are my ghouls." Copia motioned for the masked group that had yet to take a sit; they damn blended into the darkness of the room so silent and still she didn't even bat an eye at them.

"I know it may seem a little out of this world -" Copia began but Ollie raised a hand to him to stop his upchuck.

"The names Ollie." she interrupted with a tip of her head and outstretched hands. "I'm a witch. There is nothing from this world or the next that can surprise me Copia. I think you should have already known that - or at least realized upon coming to a witch shop in the middle of the night." she snorted.

Copia seemed to flounder for words as he idly tapped his fingertips together. "Si si..."

Ollie then turned to Sister Imperator. "Now, you delivered your charges in my care. You may go."

"I am not leaving Olivia this is-"

Ollie leaned forward towards her; violet eyes darkening into something dangerous; the threat within them was clear as day and dangerous. "I. Wasn't. Asking." her gaze flickered to the door.

"Copia can fill you in after the visit when he returns to you. You're aura is suffocating and I cannot work with you breathing down my neck, snake. Now leave."

Sister Imperator stared shocked at the younger woman. It was hard to think that a girl who looked no older than her early 20s was speaking in such a way to a woman old enough to her be mother; the lack of respect. But it was the look in those purple eyes that held such years in them. A power in them that radiated through her entire being so palpable that even Sister Imperator had to rise to her feet feeling like a caged and cornered animal in a cage with a predator that could rip her to shreds and then some.

"Papa, I will be waiting for word." the woman stated with a false smile and nod before she all but ran from the shop. The door clicked shut behind her with more force than needed.

Ollie inhaled deeply and raised her hands to her temples to rub at the throb that was beginning to form but when she felt the unnerving pairs of eyes on her she lifted her head to peer at the others in the room. There was a heavy silence before she let out a puff of air from her mouth and placed her hands on her hips.

"Sister Imperator and I have known each other since before you were born Copia." Ollie gave a slight smile. "I knew Papa Nihil when he was younger than you when the Clergy was first starting. Trust me, I know a lot more about you guys than I should; I just like pretending like I don't in front of your mother. Gotta keep my trick cards close hmm?" the witch gave a bit of a more genuine smile before straightening up and motioning around.

"Alright, now let's go somewhere more private so we can talk. These walls have ears." she led the flabbergasted Papa and his ghouls from the room and behind the counter. She stood in front of a bookshelf and did an intricate sign with her hands. Seconds later the bookshelves parted to reveal a small well-lit tunnel.

She could tell as soon as they began to walk how the ghouls at her back visibly relaxed as the trap doors closed behind them - locking them inside as they walked. The tunnel was deceptively long in comparison to the building's structural making and if that itself was confusing the hellish creatures could feel the magic that palpitated from the very stone as they walked. Like honey coating the walls they soaked it up subconsciously basking in the magic energy like starving animals while they listened to the little witch and Papa talking ahead of them.

"You may have felt a difference," she shot her violet gaze back at the creatures with a small smile that held hundred years of secrets. "I don't like to practice my personal preferences in the common shop. That is more for show - for the customers that need the basics; it's for protection...for the light magic that people expect. Down here, gentlemen. This is where my true art takes form. Where the darkest of lies and secrets can be unfolded and the more...macabre and black magic can be done without the judging of others."

They came to an old-looking Victorian door with a brass knocker in the shape of a demonic-looking lion's head before she grasps the ring the head held within its menacing-looking jaws - knocking it loudly with a sound that vibrated the air around them it. And then with a start, the lion's head came to life - its golden eyes blinked open and they landed on the group.

"Sorry, Volrath. Didn't mean to wake you. May we enter?" Ollie spoke to the head.

The door knocker blinked slowly at her before its eyes closed again and the door clicked open allowing the group within the confinements of within.

"Oh...." Copia murmured as he stepped in looking around the vast space.

Ollie spun her arms around with a proud smile on her face as she pinned her guests with a look.

"Welcome to where the magic happens, boys."

The space was large. Looking like a two leveled warehouse filled to the brim with shelves of books, statues, and cases filled with items that looked older than time. A living area with comfortable couches covered in soft fabric with an old kitchen off to the side of the open floor space. The top level was guarded by archways made of stone and railings of iron that lead to a half circle wrapped around. One side was what looked to be a library or office space filled with all sorts of things up there that they couldn't make up while the other side looked like her personal living space and bedroom.

"This place is..." Copia began as he spun around feeling as if he'd stepped out of time for a moment.

"It's neat hmm? I like to contribute different eras I've lived through to my personal space. This is where I live. Below the shop. This space was designed to house and entertain different creatures and such that would pop down here for my services." Ollie looked visibly happier and more relaxed now that she was in her space as she idly pulled her snow-white hair up into a messy bun.

"What kind of magic work do you do?" the quiet voice of one of the ghouls spoke up causing her to look over her shoulder at the bunch.

"What do you think?" her lip curled up slightly but when no one replied she sighed out a chuckle. "To the world above," her voice was gentle and almost wistful as she pointed to the ceiling.

"I am just the crazy witchy lady that sells stuff people think is a hoax or a scam. Down here though, I practice far harder and more dangerous magic than some love spells, blessing crystals, and burning sage." she laughed

"There is a reason Sister Imperator calls me The Arcane Priestess. I've been around a lot longer than I look, boys. I've worked with so many deities, gods, creatures, and magic that you'd be surprised. So trust me when I say, my personal space is a safe space for you lot." she wagged a finger at the ghouls.

"Now drop the glamor. It gives a bittersweet taste to the air and I don't like it," she ordered placing her hands on her hips.

Heads tilted to look at each other silently but she was patient as she gave them time to adjust and instead look over to Copia. "Trust me, they aren't the first ghouls I've worked with or helped before. Now, what's going on that needs my help?"

Copia played with his cane as he nervously looked around. "Well..."

"Copia. I don't judge. I'm a freaking witch for crying out loud. Working with hellish creatures is child's play for me. Shit! That reminds me. I need to visit Luci." she clapped her hands and darted up the stairs towards her office workspace on the second floor; unbestowed to her that others followed behind her.

She was finishing lighting a black candle with a white marked seal on the side when she turned to find one of the ghouls reaching out to touch one of her other alters and she reached out sharply to grab their wrist.

"Don't." her voice was firm even when her grip was gentle as she guided the clawed fingers from the alters and shiny objects placed on that particular alter.

"Mother Hecate isn't very fond of others touching her stuff," Ollie stated softly before she turned away to view the others.

The ghouls were all standing there looking around but silent; deglamoured and their ashen skin and tails were flicking back and forth. She did not say anything about their masks figuring when they were ready and comfortable enough that they'd take it off when they were good and ready to do so. Instead, she guided everyone further into the room and motioned for Copia to take a seat on one of the couches situated inside the room.

"Sorry about that. Now. Go ahead and tell me what trouble you've gotten yourself into. Have you summoned a ghoul you can't control?"

"No....well not really. I mean si." Copia floundered waving his hands. "We did do a summoning but it backfired and well...it wasn't exactly a ghoul that we summoned - we sent it back of course but not before...well..." he looked towards the ghouls.

"Not without a scrape or few..."

AN: If you guys enjoyed this let me know if you'd like for me to make one shot series for Ollie and the Ghouls! I'd love to hear your thought. Did you like it? Would you like to see more of Ollie and the Ghouls outside of this series?

#Ghost Band #The Band Ghost #Nameless Ghouls #Copia #Nameless Ghouls x OC #Random Ghoul oneshot #Aether Ghoul #Swiss Ghoul #Rain Ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #sister imperator #The Band Ghost Oneshot #Should I make a one shot series for Ollie?#feedback wanted

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da-rulah · 1 year ago

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Rituale Septem - Day 6: Greed

Pairing: (Swiss x Dewdrop x f!reader)

Summary: Terzo takes a step back from guiding you in the ritual, but he fails to tell you why. He sends his Ghouls to you instead - luckily for you, those Ghouls know just what you need to forget about Papa Emeritus III. If even just for a moment...

Rating: Mature, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: Angst, threesome, fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting, p in v sex, double penetration, some m+m elements (potentially a sexual awakening...), double creampie, mind break, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

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A/N: Just popping here to say again, the Ghouls all have silver masks and are trainees under Terzo's reign for the time being. I don't know Terzo's Ghouls well enough to be able to write their characters. Thank you for understanding - Enjoy!🖤

Prev: Day 5 - Envy | Next: Day 7: Pride

October 30th

What a fucking idiota.

Terzo reprimanded himself as he stood in the doorway to his office. After a night of sleeplessness, tossing and turning with images of you screwing his half-brother or Satan-forbid, your tear-stained cheeks he’d missed when you watched him railing Christine in front of you, he was exhausted. It was karmic, and he knew that. He deserved it.

He stared at the chairs in front of his desk, reliving the events of yesterday. He knew the mistakes he’d made, and he wasn’t sure how to make up for them. But Primo had been extremely useful and given him direction, at least for now. He would be taking a step back; you didn’t need him to complete your goal.

“Good morning, Papa,” Christine greeted from behind him, somewhat hesitantly as if she knew of his fragile state of mind. Terzo jumped even at that, turning his head as if shaken from a dream.

“Oh, uh... sì, buongiorno,” he dismissed her, stepping into his office and heading for his desk. Christine gingerly followed him in, standing between those damn chairs and the door.

“Did, um... Did you talk to Sister ____?” she asked, worry in her tone.

Terzo was instantly transported back to the moment he’d found you in Copia’s workshop, walking into... that.

“Um... not exactly,” he sighed. Sister Christine rolled her eyes.

“Papa, seriously? You can’t just hide with your tail between your legs, you should-”

“She was a little busy,” he interrupted, sternly. “Don’t worry, Christine. I got what was coming to me.”

Christine’s brows furrowed in confusion, her shoulders sagging in defeat. She saw the pained look on his face, how different he looked today. His face looked puffy with a lack of sleep, his paints thinly applied and not to the usual crisp standard. Even his hair wasn’t styled so neatly, parting in the middle and falling over his forehead. She wasn’t sure what had happened when he’d gone to find you yesterday, but she also knew she shouldn’t ask.

“O-okay... Well, Sister Imperator left a note for you on my desk this morning,” Terzo didn’t hide the groan of disdain at the mention of Imperator, “I know, I know... She requires your assistance in setting up the Great Hall for the All Hallow’s Ball tomorrow. Apparently, your opinions on decorative party supplies are a necessity.”

“Va bene, (Okay,) I’ll go soon. I just need to do something first... Would you leave me?” he asked.

“Of course,” she nodded with a sympathetic smile, and left him to his own solitude.

Terzo dug around his desk for his stationary set, pulling out a clean parchment and his expensive ink pen, and began to write...

Sorella ______,

I have every belief you can finish this on your own. You do not need my assistance, or my guidance. With just two sins left, I’m positive you can achieve what you wish for.

Enjoy the Ball tomorrow evening.

Papa Emeritus III

He had hoped his belief in you would shine through his brief note. Apologies felt like an insult to your intelligence, and any kind of confession of feelings felt too distracting to your task at hand. This would have to do.

He folded the parchment, sealing it with a fresh wax seal, and got up to leave, heading towards the Great Hall. He would hand the note to one of his Ghouls on his way and ask them to drop it off, leaving you to complete whichever of the two sins you chose today in peace, and without his interference.

He owed you that much, he thought.

The knock at your door that morning startled you, completely unexpected. A part of you, childishly, hoped that it was him... Maybe he’d come to apologise, giving you an opportunity to do the same. Hell, even if he showed up pretending nothing had happened and wanted to jump right back into the ritual, you’d let him. You just wished you’d see his face on the other side of that door; the rest you’d figure out.

But you were sorely disappointed.

Instead, Swiss and Dewdrop stood shoulder to shoulder, a piece of folded parchment in Swiss’ hand.

“Good morning, Sister ______!” Swiss chirped, entirely too giddily for such an early call. Dewdrop remained as silent and stoic as ever.

“Oh... Hi.” You sounded disappointed even to your own ears. Swiss’ signature smile dropped, and behind his mask his eyes squinted in suspicion.

“Well... okay, then...” he shook it off, unsure if he should pry. “Got a thing for ya!” he held the parchment out to you, notably with the wax seal facing up and proudly displaying Papa’s crest indented into it. You stared at it for a beat too long, and Swiss shook it in front of your eyes, awakening you from your own analytical trance. You took it from him, stepping back into your apartment and dropping lazily with a huff onto your couch. Swiss invited himself in, sitting on the opposite end whilst Dew hovered in the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

You popped the seal on the paper, unfolding it to see Papa’s handwriting in a short and frankly abrupt note. Your eyes skimmed it, reading and re-reading over and over, and getting visibly more annoyed with each read through.

“I have every belief you can finish this on your own.”

On your own.

Was he fucking serious? He was just... abandoning you? No apologies, no explanations... he couldn’t even be bothered to show his fucking face today, getting his Ghouls to do his dirty work?

“You fucking asshole...” you muttered, screwing the note up tightly in your fist and throwing it to the floor, slamming your back against the couch and folding your arms like a toddler in a tantrum.

An awkward silence fell over the room, losing yourself in your own thoughts again. So, he was just going to leave you to perform pride and greed alone, with no guidance, not even a hint at what the hell you could possibly do for either one? He'd ruined it. He was spoiling the entire ritual, after you’d done everything you could to stay on task and with just two days left.

Your mind worked itself into a dizzying array of possible scenarios you might be able to play out for the remaining sins, trying desperately to think of something, anything you could do today for either one. Nothing stuck, too complicated by the confusing mix of anger and disappointment in the pit of your stomach.

You’d almost forgotten about the two Ghouls in your presence until Swiss spoke up.

“Sister, are you alright? What did he do?” Swiss’ hand rested on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.

“He’s just... leaving me to it,” you spat. Swiss was even more confused.

“To what?” he asked. “I don’t understand...” he looked up to Dew, who just shrugged with a shake of his head.

And so, you explained. You told them of the ritual, of each sin you’d performed – conveniently leaving out of course the part where you were now harbouring some very confusing feelings about Papa Emeritus III – and what it was all for. To your surprise, Swiss and Dew listened along attentively, without judgement. Dew came to sit beside you on the armrest of the couch too, his attention on you and allowing you to vent. You’d half expected some clever quips to come from Swiss but no, they both just listened.

“And now, for some reason, he’s just abandoned me and said ‘okay, ______, figure it out yourself’.” Of course, you had an idea what that reason was... clearly you’d pissed him off, but he’d started it when he dove dick first into your friend and laughed at you for having any kind of negative reaction!

Reality set in, and tears welled in your eyes. You really were going to fumble this ritual, now. You wouldn’t get to hear the Dark One’s voice, you wouldn’t get the guidance you had been so desperate for and frankly, you were beginning to question once again your place in the Ministry. You may as well start packing your bags now...

Swiss and Dew shared a look you missed; one of sympathy, like they both wanted to do something to console you. They didn’t want to see a sister lose her faith, particularly not one as kind to the Ghouls as you.

“Well hey, maybe we can help think of something?” Swiss slapped Dew’s back from behind you to encourage him. He nodded vigorously, placing his hand on your other shoulder. “What sins do you have left?”

“Pride and greed...” Your voice shook with unshed tears. “What the hell am I going to do?”

Swiss thought for a moment, shuffling closer to you on the couch to wrap an arm around you and pull you to lay on his chest. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm while you burrowed your face into his neck, allowing yourself a moment to collect yourself, take some breaths.

“Pride is a tough one, that’s about thinking of yourself before another, like being narcissistic or vain, but it can come down to something as simple as self-respect. How you embody that in sin, I don’t really know. I always thought it was a stupid one. What’s wrong with loving yourself, hm? Never got God’s problem with that. Think he just didn’t want people thinking they were better than him...” he scoffed. “Ironic that he made pride a sin when there’s never been a deity with a higher superiority complex.”

You chuckled at that; he was right. But it wasn’t giving you much confidence in how to perform this...

“But greed is easier. That’s about having an excessive, selfish desire to acquire something... Like power or money. Could be... pleasure...” he hesitated there, looking down at you through his mask. “I mean, you could... desire excessive pleasure?” he asked.

You sat up, brain ticking over what he’d said. He was right again, of course. You could...

“I think that, if you wanted to... we could help with that?” Swiss tested the waters, looking up at Dew who nodded slowly in agreement. “Only if you want us to, of course...”

“You’d do that for me?” you asked, sitting up and looking between the two Ghouls. The idea of it far from horrified you. In fact, you had been a little disappointed after your encounter with Phantom that you were too exhausted to find out what Swiss and Dew could do for you. And let’s face it, you were running out of options and time. You had no doubt at all in their ability to enact this sin with you, and you trusted them enough to do so.

“Sweetheart...” Swiss moved in closer, his lips hovering by your ear, tone deepening significantly, “Do you have any idea how disappointed we were when we realised our dear Phantom had exhausted you the other day?”

Swiss’ breath was impossibly hot against your neck, spreading goosebumps over your skin where he moved your hair behind your shoulder with one finger. Dew slid onto the couch on your other side, trapping you between the two of them. He stayed silent as he always did, but his eyes sparkled with an interest that hadn’t been there a few moments ago.

“I-I was disappointed... too...” you stuttered as you felt Swiss’ teeth nipping at your ear lobe, Dew’s hand coming to rest on your knee and drawing delicate patterns into your skin where the hem of your skirt couldn’t quite reach. This was moving fast, but frankly, you didn’t have time to hesitate – you'd only talk yourself out of it, and you didn’t want to do that.

“We could... make you feel good, Sister...” Swiss teased, pressing his lips to the spot on your neck under your ear that sent a wave of arousal through your body. “Just say yes...” he whispered into your neck, drawing patterns with the tip of his nose while Dew’s fingertips travelled up your thigh.

You had to admit, you were easily affected by the Ghouls and their small gestures of affection. At a time when affection was exactly what you needed, you weren’t all that concerned where you got it from. Clearly, it wouldn’t come from the one place you wish it would... And this served a purpose, didn’t it? A means to an end, if you will. Why deny yourself the pleasure? Why deny yourself all the work you’d already put in?

“Fuck it...” you breathed, rolling your head back as Dew attached his lips to the other side of your neck, suckling softly at the skin where previous bruises had yellowed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we intend to...” Swiss promised, a new fervour in the way he kissed your neck, his hand coming to grip your waist where Dew was pressed against you.

You were surrounded by them both, their hands wandering, their mouths working you to a heightened state of arousal. Dew’s hand began to squeeze at your inner thigh under your skirt, his nails scratching the skin and coaxing your thighs apart for him.

You turned your head to face Dew, his eyes hooded and hazy behind the glint of his silver mask. You could see him biting his lip, searching your face for any protests while his hands squeezed and scratched higher and higher up the inside of your thigh but he found nothing. Instead, with a particular sharp scratch to the skin you found yourself whining and latching your lips to his, pulling him to you by his uniform. Dew groaned, shoving his palm against your clothed mound for you to rut yourself again.

Swiss chuckled against your neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh just enough to cause a sharpness, never enough to burst the skin. You weren’t sure you’d mind if he did at this point, but instead he laved his tongue over the spot, gripping at your waist even tighter and grinding his crotch into your hipbone.

If anyone had seen the three of you right now, they’d accuse you of being horny teenagers, dry humping and making out unrestricted and messy. Truth be told you allowed yourself to lose control, trusting that the two Ghouls entrapping you would take care of you.

Dew’s hand pressed so tightly against your heat, pressing your panties into you and dampening them on your arousal. You ground your hips as you kissed him, tongues dancing together whilst shockwaves pulsed through your clit. Your whimpers were swallowed by Dew’s mouth, earning a low growl from deep within his chest.

Swiss’ cock had hardened in his pants, still grinding into your hip from the angle he was sat beside you. He’d curled himself around you in a way that allowed him access still to your neck, stretched to accommodate Dew on the other side. He purred into your neck, his instincts taking over.

“Sister, tell us what you want...” he pleaded, reaching to grope at your breast through your habit. You parted from Dew and turned your head to him.

“Make me feel good... Until I beg you to stop,” you grinned wildly, grabbing him by his waistcoat and crashing your lips to his. Dew watched hungrily, his hand becoming more calculated and switching to his fingers circling your clit over your panties. Your body writhed where you sat, overwhelmed with the feeling of hands everywhere, pleasure tingling through every nerve.

As your tongue swirled with Swiss’, he unbuttoned your habit, reaching underneath to push his hand under the cup of your bra – another matching piece that Dew was marvelling now he could see your panties under his hand. Swiss broke your kiss, getting a good look at your body now exposed to him.

“Such a pretty set, sweetheart,” he practically sang, ogling the deep green embroidery of the set you’d put on today, still dressing up for whoever had been lucky enough to see them today. “You put this on for your Papa?” he teased.

Now, logically you knew Swiss meant no harm with that question. He wasn’t teasing maliciously.

And yet, somewhat illogically, the mere mention of his name was enough to rouse an anger in you that had you slapping your hand over his lips and holding him still in front of you.

“Don’t fucking mention him. Just give me what I want, Swiss,” you demanded, resigning to your greed already. You pushed him with all your might, ignoring Dew for the moment and forcing Swiss onto his back. His eyes sparkled behind his mask with mischief, hands reaching for your bare thighs as you straddled him and ripped your unbuttoned habit from your arms, throwing it to the floor.

Dew quickly moved with you, sitting himself between Swiss’ ankles and shuffling until his chest met your back. His hands gripped your hips and sat you down on Swiss’ bulge, controlling the way you ground your pussy against him. For all of his silence, Dew’s actions spoke volumes. He guided you as you rutted against Swiss, taking your pleasure while he nipped into your bare shoulder.

With a rhythm created, Dew could focus his hands on your body, removing your bra and pinching at your pebbled nipples. Swiss groaned beneath you, the sight of you mixed with the grind on his cock an intoxicating cocktail.

“Dew... Dew, get these off her, man,” he pants, pinging at the waistband of your panties. Dew complied, dropping his hands to them and ripping without hesitation, tearing into the material and flinging it elsewhere. “Hope you didn’t like them too much, sweetheart,” Swiss smirked, undoing the zipper of his trousers between you and hissing when you rubbed your folds over his knuckles as he did.

As Swiss began to undress himself, Dew took it upon himself to make sure you weren’t going a second without stimulation. From behind you, he slid his hands under you, pushing his fingers forwards through your soaked folds until his fingertips circled your clit. Your back arched at the sensation, reaching behind you and around the back of his neck to pull his chest against you. He alternated between dragging his fingers through your slick folds and circling your clit over and over whilst you dug your nails into the back of his head, pulling his lips down to yours to muffle your moans in a desperate kiss.

Beneath you, Swiss managed to remove his waistcoat and shirt and push his pants down enough to release his length. He stroked himself as he watched the display above him, seeing you get closer and closer to your first orgasm. He began to talk you through it, coaxing you more and more while Dew’s fingers took on a mind of their own.

“Feels good, huh, baby?” he laughed after a particularly lavish moan escaped your lips and your hips bucked against Dew’s fingers. “Push ‘em inside, Dew. Let her feel you,” he encouraged. Dew did just that, slipping two fingers inside your heat from behind you. You cursed into his mouth, clenching around the intrusion that felt so fucking welcome you almost toppled over the edge just at that.

Dew growled, curling his fingers as he fucked them in and out of you. The coil inside you was tightening impossibly fast, and within a minute you knew you were set to burst.

“Are you gonna cum on his fingers, sweetheart? Come on... Give us one,” Swiss cheered you on, stroking himself and using his free hand to cup your breast, pinching your nipple to punctuate his words. When you bucked and writhed, orgasm finally hitting you he praised you, “There we go, hm? Good girl... Cum on his fingers baby, that’s it...”

You whined and clenched on Dew, biting down on his bottom lip and he fucked his hand into you to get you through it. When the pleasure ebbed away, you leaned back against him, turning your head to look down at Swiss who was smirking, slowly stroking at his now leaking cock. Now able to see his chest, you realised just how built he was underneath his shirt and waistcoat. A thin layer of chest hair contoured his chest and abdomen, right down to where he was touching himself; it drove you wild.

“Good?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Mhm. Want more,” you grinned, bending at the waist to hover over him, your hand swatted his away as you leaned.

“More?” he teased, “Greedy little girl...” You giggled, beginning to stroke him and pushing your lips to his to silence him. Behind you, Dew was busy taking in the view as he sucked on the fingers he’d dove inside you, cleaning himself off. From where you bent over Swiss, he had the perfect view of your rounded and still bruised ass and your exposed, glistening cunt. Tasting you on his fingers ignited something inside him, growling as he licked every last drop.

Swiss noticed his friend’s eyes trained on your core, hearing his growls and broke your kiss to nod in his direction and show you what you’d caused. You followed his gaze and watched the man who was hypnotised by your taste...

“I think he likes you,” Swiss flirted, “why don’t you let him have a taste, sweetheart? I’m sure he can give you another with his tongue...” A deeper, louder growl came from Dew’s throat. “See?”

Looking behind you, you saw Dew’s gaze had fallen on yours as if waiting for permission... “Don’t stop until I’m cumming, Dew,” you demanded, wiggling your hips in front of him.

Like a man possessed, Dew shuffled back on the couch and bent down, shoving his masked face into your ass and laving his tongue over your core. You fell forward at the force, slamming to Swiss’ chest where he held you tightly against him. Laying against him you could do nothing to pump his length in your hand, but Swiss didn’t mind. Plenty of time for that later... For now, he was enjoying the look on your face as Dew dove into your pussy, sucking and licking and nipping at your clit.

“Fuck, Dew... So good...” you whined; Dew’s grip on your ass tightened, his nails burning into the bruises still littering your skin. By now the pain of the bruises didn’t bother you so much, only heightening the depravity you found yourself in. Your mind wondered over the last few days, how you’d been used and fucked every single day in the filthiest ways. You’d tried things you never had before, surprised yourself with new kinks and confidence and allowed yourself the freedom to sleep with whoever aroused you at the time. You’d never felt so empowered...

The memories served to drive you mad with arousal, wanting nothing more than to cum again on Dew’s tongue. Once again, you found yourself close to an end, rutting your hips against his chin. The movement of your hips created short, small ripple-effect moments through your body that were enough to give Swiss a little bit of friction, cock still wrapped up in your hand. He hummed in delight, pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

“How does she taste, Dew?” he called down to his friend, knowing full well he wouldn’t asnwer with words. Dew growled again, lost in his own greed. He needed more of you, all of you. Your taste was sending him on a straight road to insanity. “Good, it seems...” he smiled sadistically.

Dew was becoming feral behind you as you rutted against his chin. His tongue dove into you, the nose of his mask adding to your pleasure and winding your coil back up once again until you lost it... You cried out against Swiss’ chest, your hand squeezing his length between the two of you earning a hiss and groan of pleasure. You felt your pussy convulsing, a wave of fresh arousal briefly squirting from you to land on Dew’s tongue as he slurped and drank everything you gave him.

Dew delivered a spank to your ass as he sat up, licking his lips and wiping his chin of your mess.

“Unholy fuck, did you squirt on him?” Swiss asked, amazed as you lay on him, catching your breath. You just giggled in response, words failing you. “Shit, I wanna make you do that...”

“Then... you’ll... need to fuck me, first...” you taunted between breaths.

“You got it, sweetheart,” he kissed you again, reaching between you both to take his cock from you, only to line it up with your entrance and slowly, begin to push inside you.

Dew watched on from behind you, slowly undressing himself as he watched Swiss’ cock sink further and further into you. He was surprised at himself, so turned on watching another man sink into where he had just been burying his tongue and fingers. He thought he might feel possessive, jealous even, but he wanted nothing more than to see you fall apart on his friend. He was enjoying this...

When Swiss bottomed out, he couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling. You felt so warm, so wet around him. Thanks to Dew’s work, you had been able to quickly accommodate him, slick enough to take him without any issues. You sat up, pressing your palms to his chest and rolling your hips against him. Immediately, pleasure returned and that spot inside you fluttered when he grazed it. You needed him, you needed more. Always more, more, more...

Swiss’s hips met yours, rolling against you over and over. He watched where the two of you connected, seeing his cock disappearing over and over, glistening with your juices. In the space between your thighs and his cock, he could vaguely make out Dew behind you, now completely nude and stroking himself in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck...” Swiss breathed, turned on at the sight. “Hey, hey baby...” he tapped at your cheek, getting you to open your eyes you’d closed in bliss and look down at him, “Think Dew needs a hand...”

You looked behind you, seeing Dew completely nude save for his mask, and fucking into his fist much like Copia had been at your feet yesterday. And you got an idea...

“This isn’t fair...” you whined, slapping a hand down against Swiss’ chest in protest. You stopped moving your hips but he continued for the both of you, refusing to stop.

“W-what?” he asked.

“Want more... Want you both,” you whimpered, reaching behind you to stroke at Dew’s cock. He shivered at the contact, and the thought of being buried in you like Swiss was. He wanted you too...

“B-both of us? Like...” Swiss stuttered, now stilling his hips reluctantly.

“Inside me, together. Fuck, I need it... Please?” you begged, looking between them both. The Ghouls looked past you and at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation while you waited impatiently. The thought of having both of them inside you; it both scared and excited you. Were you sure you could take them both? Would it hurt? Maybe they wouldn’t be comfortable with it?

“Dew, if you’re not comfortable man, I get it...” Swiss reasoned; in his mind, he was more than happy to oblige. His cock even twitched at the thought, which came as a surprise to him. He’d never been in such close proximity to another man sexually but he wasn’t opposed to the idea in the slightest.

Dew gave Swiss a look, paired with a slight twist of his head and started to slowly, once again, stroke himself; confirming that the idea was enough to interest him.

“Shit, okay... okay, yeah. You think you can take us, baby?” Swiss’ attention came back onto you.

“With the right prep,” you smirked, looking back at Dew. “Will you help, Dew?”

He nodded in understanding, his hand sliding between your ass cheeks and further down, until his fingertips met where you sat impaled on Swiss’ cock. Swiss watched intently, his body twitching when Dew’s fingertips came into contact with his shaft. Slowly, Dew pushed in one finger as Swiss pushed himself in too, using the movement to aid the stretch of added girth. You saw fucking stars...

“Sathanas...” you squealed, and the two stilled in panic. “No, no... don’t stop. It’s good... so fucking good,” you reassured, and the two men continued... In and out, over and over while you got slicker, messier for both of them like your body knew what was coming and wanted nothing more than to get you there.

Before long, Dew attempted to push another digit in, and slowly but surely, he managed to do the same. Your body was accommodating them both nicely, nothing too rushed, still just slow and gentle. The look on Swiss’ face was a picture, screwed up in his attempts to remain focussed, to not burst into a fit of rutting as hard and fast as he possibly could with how good it felt to be sheathed inside you and have Dew’s fingers pressed against him.

When you were ready, Dew added a third finger, stretching you to a point you most certainly never had before. His wrist ached at the angle, and so he pushed gently on your shoulder until you leaned over, hovering above Swiss and giving him much better access. The new position somehow made it easier on you too, spreading your legs further to accommodate both intrusions.

“I... I think I’m ready,” you said once Dew and Swiss had made sure to slowly push inside as deep as possible while you shivered and spasmed at the feeling. “Please, Dew...”

“He’s coming baby, just a little longer, okay? Wanna be sure...” Swiss reassured, peppering kisses to your neck where he lay. You nodded, letting them work you open a little longer, your slick gathering between them both and creating an easier glide as the seconds passed. Eventually, they were satisfied you were prepared.

Dew looked over your shoulder to Swiss, checking in one final time that he was still okay with this. Swiss just smirked back at him, uttering a “Go ahead, Dew.”

To make the initial entry easier on you, Swiss pulled himself out when Dew’s fingers left you. Dew used that same hand to coat himself in arousal, and finally, the two of them lined up beside each other, their tips just barely grazing and yet... Both of them gasped at the touch. The sound didn’t escape you; and by the look on Swiss’ face, it was certainly a pleasant experience.

Slowly, the two of them pressed into you, sliding gently to fill you together. Dew’s hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the flesh while Swiss squeezed at your thighs, both having to restrain themselves. For you, the feeling of being stretched and filled to your limits was so damn good, you moaned so wantonly that it vibrated through your body and reached them both, tormenting them until eventually they bottomed out together.

“Shit, Dew... You good, man?” Swiss cried, unable to tear his eyes away from where both their cocks pressed tightly against each other inside you. He missed Dew’s frantic nodding, but at the lack of protest he knew he was safe to continue.

They began to build a leisurely pace, moving together in sync and dragging themselves over your g-spot in unison. All you could do was grip onto Swiss’ biceps for dear life, and try not to fall apart where you knelt. You’d never been pushed to this limit before, never taken so much at once but with their careful preparation they had managed to make it as easy as possible for you.

“More... Please, want more,” you hummed, desperate for a faster pace, something rougher and more punishing. You wanted another fucking orgasm... Sure enough, greed had overtaken you.

“Greedy girl,” Swiss growled, beginning to rock a little faster, mismatching his pace with Dew. Dew tried to keep up, but fell a little behind in rhythm. Surprisingly, that felt better than them both being in sync... Now, they were both hitting your g-spot, one after the other, in a similar rhythm to a heartbeat.

You were crying out to both of them, expletives and wild moans between mutterings of their names filling the air around you to a backdrop of slick and sloppy noises as both men fucked into you, harder and harder... Dew couldn’t help his own moans, surrounded by you and Swiss at the same time, a whole new feeling he’d never experienced but unholy shit it felt incredible. He didn’t know another cock against his own could feel like this, never knew how much he’d love this.

Swiss was thinking much the same, enjoying the drag of Dew’s hardness against his own. Both Ghouls were losing their minds inside you. Swiss released his grip on your thighs in search of Dew’s instead, pulling him closer, needing more of him in some form... Dew dropped one of his hands then, able to hold onto both him and you as the two kept pounding into you.

“D-Dew... Oh, shit, why does this feel – ahhh – so good?” Swiss cried, throwing his head back into the couch. Dew roared behind you, curling his body to press against your back and sandwiching you between the sweaty bodies either side of you. You moved a little to the side, to give them room to get closer to each other, something you could sense they definitely needed while they rutted into you with reckless abandon.

“C-can I kiss you, Dew? Fuck man, I don’t know, need more...” he pleaded through grit teeth. Dew pushed himself harder against you both and met Swiss in a bruising kiss neither man had seen coming when this all began. But it felt right, it felt good.

Your head lay on Swiss’ chest, watching the two of them making out as their cocks filled and stretched you. It was all so much, a kind of bliss you’d never encountered. You could feel your end coming quickly, tearing through you as they resigned themselves to the mercy of the other. You gave them no warning, unable to fathom a sentence when a third burst of pleasure soared through your body.

If Swiss wanted you to squirt for him, he’d certainly got his wish. You gushed on the pair of them, violently shaking at the force of your orgasm. The two of them broke their kiss and Swiss lost his mind, feeling your cunt flooding him.

“Fucking hell, I gotta cum... I can’t hold this anymore. Dew, do you mind? Can I cum inside her?” You heard him babble as your brain clouded, coming down slowly while you convulsed and spasmed. You absolutely didn’t mind if he did, but would Dew? He was still buried in you too, after all...

But Dew chuckled breathlessly and tightened his grip on Swiss’ hand, leaning in to kiss him again. He kept his pace up; a sure-fire way of making sure Swiss came inside you, and in turn, on him.

It didn’t take him long once he got confirmation, stilling deep inside you, pressed against your cervix as his cum spilled from his cock and coated not only your walls, but Dew’s shaft too. He jumped and pulsed, desperate howls lost to Dew’s kiss. Dew kept going, slower than before but still rutting against Swiss and sending ripples of a dull buzz through you while it served to prolong Swiss’s end.

Spent and exhausted, Swiss lay back, letting his limbs drop to the couch for a moment before he curled them around you, holding you to him still inside you. He wouldn’t remove himself yet, not while Dew was still plunging into you. He felt his spend dripping down his own length and gathering at the base of both his and Dew’s cocks and pictured what that would look like, smiling to himself dumbly as he enjoyed the overstimulation.

Behind you, Dew had sat back up on his knees to get a better look and yes, Swiss had been right. Where Dew still rocked into you, Swiss’ spend was leaking and mixing with your own. It was the filthiest thing Dew had ever seen, and it shoved him violently into an orgasm of his own, stilling deep inside you like Swiss just had with a strangled roar.

“Fuck, fill her up, Dew...” Swiss encouraged him, talking him through his orgasm as if speaking words that Dew couldn’t. “She needs you, Dew. Fill. Her. Up.” He spat through grit teeth, while Dew’s cock slid against his own and pushed him into oversensitivity. Dew did as he was told, emptying his load into you.

The three of you lay atop each other, spent and exhausted. Neither Ghoul made a move to pull out of you just yet, regaining some strength and regulating their heart rates before they could even think of moving. So, you lay squashed between the two, blissfully floating in euphoria.

“Well, uh... Satan be damned, that was... different,” Swiss laughed, still partially breathless.

“Felt so good, guys... You’ve no idea,” you hummed, affectionately reaching behind you to pat at Dew’s hand on top of Swiss’.

“For us too, sweetheart. Can’t believe you’re a squirter...” You swatted his chest weakly with a dumb smile, earning a chuckle from Dew. “Just wish I coulda tasted that... Dew seemed to enjoy you,” he sighed. He had hoped to taste you at some point, but things had moved in a different direction before he could and he was happy to just go with the flow, give you what you wanted.

And then, he got an idea.

“Hey, sweetheart?” he asked timidly. You raised your head from his chest with a quiet “hmm?”, waiting for whatever he wanted to ask. “Is that the most orgasms you’ve had in one sitting?” he asked, curiously.

“Well, I’ve had three in one before but yes, never more than three. Gets kinda sensitive...” you laughed, settling back on his chest, content to lay there in peace with Dew.

“Well... the first two were mostly just Dew. I never got to give you one of my own,” he pouted. “You think you could take one more?”

Your head popped back up, looking into Swiss’ eyes and thinking over his proposition. You certainly did feel sensitive, but the idea intrigued you. Could you take another? You weren’t sure, but you’d be willing to let him try...

“Um... maybe?” you questioned. Swiss smirked.

“Hey Dew, would it be... just terrible... if I made sure our darling Sister of Sin was sufficiently cleaned up? I think we’ve made a mess...” he chewed on his lip, waiting for an indication from the silent Ghoul behind you.

Dew sat up then, removing himself from you and taking a look at the mess the three of you had indeed made. He checked back in with Swiss, nodding.

“Ah, so we did make a mess. Well, sweetheart, I'd like to offer my cleaning services,” he smirked cheekily.

“I think that’s only fair...” you quipped.

Swiss sat up, still holding you to him but transferring your weight back onto the couch cushion as he carefully removed himself from you too. You did your best to contract your walls, holding whatever you could inside you for the moment. Now, you sat upright, legs hanging over the edge of the couch and slouched lazily against Dew’s bare chest beside you. Swiss stood up, removing the pants that still clung to his legs by his knees, and then took up a position between your thighs, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

He looked down at your core, and could see the mess they’d made; covered in slick, cum and puffed up from the relentless pounding. You looked delectable.

Swiss dove in, gently at first, with his tongue lapping around your core instead of directly centre. You still writhed at the pleasure of it, enjoying the feeling as he tasted the mixture of the three of you on his tongue. Beside you, you felt Dew’s chest tense, his eyes intently trained on Swiss’ disappearing tongue. This was turning him on again, and he was yet to soften from the sex itself... With a little fuel left in the tank, he began to stoke his length, hissing at the sensitivity.

As Swiss’ tongue dragged over your clit for the first time, you naturally clenched, a small amount of the cum you held inside you slipping out. Swiss dove in to catch it on his tongue, careful to make sure Dew saw it sat there before he swallowed it down. He’d never done anything like this before and part of him worried Dew would find it disgusting, to eat both his and Dew’s cum from you but now Dew’s hand moved quicker, he knew it was having the opposite effect.

He hummed in satisfaction at the taste, continuing to assault your clit with his tongue and every so often having to clean up another small amount you’d involuntarily released when things got too sensitive. Dew kept stroking himself, his hips jumping if he spent too long on his sensitive tip. You wanted badly to help him, but there was no strength to lift your arms by your sides.

Vaguely, the pleasure began to stack up again... you were no longer unsure if you could reach a fourth orgasm; you knew you could. Swiss would just need to be gentle – and somehow, he understood that.

“Dew, I can’t lie, man... we taste good together,” he teased, watching as Dew bit his lip. “You wanna try?” he snickered. Dew nodded emphatically.

Swiss brought his fingers up to your centre, pushing them easily inside given you’d not long had two decent sized cocks inside you, and gathered the rest of what you were keeping on them. Then he raised them to Dew’s lips, who bent to meet him halfway, and sucked the mess off them.

Swiss held his fingers up for him as he dove back into your core, now focussing his attention solely on your clit. You whined tiredly at the sensitivity, but shit, you were close again after watching the display beside you. Dew’s hand sped significantly, making sure he sucked every last drop of cum from Swiss’ fingers. He groaned as a second orgasm came closer; he had wanted to wait for your last orgasm to cum with you, but that was looking unlikely now. He just needed a release again.

He fell back against the couch as his cock spurted another load, clearer this time and far less than he’d emptied into you, but it felt good enough that he rolled his eyes back and had to drop his hand from the overstimulation while his hips bucked out of control.

Swiss giggled into your core, suckling at your clit a little harder and enjoying the noises you were making. You barely recognised yourself, squealing so highly in overstimulation as your body went stiff, letting his tongue work you over and over until finally, you crashed for one last time.

Dew caught you as your body slid to the side and into his chest, holding you and shushing you as you hiccupped in a much quieter orgasm than before, too spent and broken for anything too powerful. Your thighs pushed Swiss’ head away as they came together, shielding you from any more overstimulation. He sat back on his heels, pleased with his work as he licked the remnants of you, himself and Dew from his chin. Quietly, you came down again in Dew’s arms, your body jolting with short little bursts of electricity until you finally stilled.

Four orgasms had taken its toll on you, and whilst the last of them hadn’t been as earth shattering as the first three, it still left you exhausted and weak. Swiss and Dew could see it in you, and allowed you to curl up into them for a while so you could relax, rest up, and get the aftercare you needed from them both.

The Ghouls spent the rest of the day with you, having cleaned you up – properly, this time. With an actual shower... – and taken good care of you. Swiss had made you some food, something healthier for the three of you than the junk he’d thrown together last time, and the pair of them just stayed put all day, mostly in a relaxing silence as you watched whatever was on the TV.

You appreciated that – your head was too busy for conversation, exhausted but still hurting. But there were no expectations to play hostess to the guests in your apartment, nor to divulge the mess of emotions in your mind. If you wanted to talk to them about it all, you would. They felt that.

But you remained in your own head. You thought over the events of yesterday, of the whole week. You re-read Papa’s note in your mind over and over. You stewed over the thought of him caring for you much less than you’d thought, if his display in his office yesterday was anything to go by...

It all hurt.

It wasn’t until Dew wiped a tear from your cheek that you even knew you’d been crying. He gave you a look; one that asked what was wrong without having said the words. You weren’t sure why Dew was a mute Ghoul, but you were glad that it never seemed to be a problem for him. People understood what he was thinking quite easily; most of the time it was ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ but they understood him all the same... He wasn’t a people person, but you were kind to him; a friend. And so, he cared when he saw you silently crying beside him.

“N-nothing, Dew. I’m good,” you lied. Your voice caught Swiss’ attention then, who also saw the tears.

“You can tell us, ______. I’m not gonna tell anyone and, well... neither’s Abu over here,” he joked, slapping Dew’s shoulder as he compared him to the silent, grunting monkey from Aladdin. Dew slapped him back on the back of the head. That earned him a smile from you; goal achieved.

“I just... Have you ever thought of someone in a certain way, and then... they’ve proved you wrong?” you asked them.

“Well, I thought Dew was straight. Think he proved me wrong today,” he laughed. You did too, appreciating that he was trying to make you smile when you needed it. “But that’s not what you mean, is it?”

You shook your head no, smile slipping away.

“You’re talking about Papa.”

You nodded.

“I suppose he just... maybe I got too wrapped up in all this,” you sighed, wiping another fresh tear away. Dew’s arm tightened around your shoulders. “Probably should have known that ‘the great Papa Emeritus the Third’ wouldn’t see me as anything more than a notch on his bedpost. Feel stupid now, thinking I’d actually started feeling something for him...” you laughed, no humour behind it at all.

“Don’t shoo your feelings away just because he’s devoid of them. You’re allowed to feel whatever you feel, they’re no less real just because he doesn’t reciprocate. Feelings can be dealt with, Sister,” he assured. Strangely, his words felt quite affirming.

“I just thought he cared...” your voice cracked with more tears, a lump in your throat forming you forced to swallow.

“You’re part of his congregation, so I think he does care. But... maybe not exactly how you’d hoped, no...” Swiss took your hand and squeezed it. “Listen, you have one more day. One more sin to complete, and then you can figure out with the Dark One what your next steps are. Ask him about Papa, if you need to. I don’t know if it’s a ‘you only get three questions’ kind of situation, but I’m sure he can help. At the very least, I'm sure he can give you a purpose that will take your mind off Papa entirely.”

You hummed in agreement. Just one more day. How you’d achieve what you needed in that one day, you weren’t sure, but you had the willpower and the tenacity to find something.

“Big day for you tomorrow. Final sin, the All Hallow’s Ball, a date with Lucifer...” he smirked, winking down at you.

“Oh, shit... the ball. I forgot about that,” you sighed.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“Just... gotta see Papa,” and Christine, too... awkward. “I think I’d rather not.” Swiss nodded in understanding.

“Non-negotiable though, isn’t it?” he asked, and you nodded back, “Don’t worry, Dew and I will be there. You can dance with us.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” you smiled between them both.

Whilst Swiss’ little pep-talk hadn’t exactly exterminated the sadness that welled up in you now that you’d admitted your feelings towards Papa weren’t strictly platonic, he had at least eased some of the anxiety in your mind about what to do with them.

Feelings could be dealt with; that was his most important advice, yet. No matter how long it might take, they could be dealt with. You could get through that, and Papa essentially cutting you off here was probably for the best. At least you didn’t have to worry about more nights with him, and those feelings growing exponentially harder to ignore. What you needed to focus on right now, was completing this ritual.

One more day. One more sin.

And a date with Lucifer.

Prev: Day 5 - Envy | Next: Day 7: Pride

A/N: And so, one more sin, and potentially only one more chapter... I'm working on writing it today - there's SO MUCH to put into it, so please bear with me. I may have to upload it in two halves if I can't finish it in time for tomorrow (I've been so busy with work, and Ghostcon over the weekend too!)

A huge thank you to @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading, and @adinferix for fine tuning the Italian translations! 🖤

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theunholybastard · 2 months ago

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-Theunholybastard's Masterlist-

Hey, Lovelies! 👋 Finally, I made a proper masterlist!

Here, I provide content for The Band Ghost, including all of the Papas, Sister Imperator, and Era 3, 4, and 5 Ghouls and Ghoulettes.

Though not all of my works are NSFW, my account is strictly 18+, along with most of my works. Minors are not welcome here!

Any works that are NSFW are highlighted in red. Any works that are SFW are highlighted in purple.

-Primo

-Oneshots-

Objectification (Papa Emeritus I x GN!Reader)

Sex Toys (Papa Emeritus I x F!Reader)

Spanking (Papa Emeritus I x TransM!Reader)

Morning Sex (Papa Emeritus I x F!Reader)

Handjob (Papa Emeritus I x GN!Reader)

Collaring (Papa Emeritus I x M!Reader)

Free Use (All Papas x F!Reader)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Secondo

-Oneshots-

Angry Sex (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Deepthroating (Papa Emeritus II x M!Reader)

Sensory Deprivation (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Pregnancy (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Public Sex (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Food Play (Papa Emeritus II x TransM!Reader)

Blood (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Free Use (All Papas x F!Reader)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Terzo

-Oneshots-

Titfucking (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Somnophilia (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Breeding (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Glove Kink (Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader)

Quickie (Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader)

Double Penetration (Papa Emeritus III x Omega x F!Reader)

Lingerie (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Breath Play (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Free Use (All Papas x F!Reader)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Copia

-Oneshots-

In Sync (Era 5 Ghouls x Papa Emeritus IV)

Pegging (Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader)

Dry Humping (Cardinal Copia x GN!Reader)

Praise (Frater Imperator x F!Reader)

Voyeurism (Cardinal Copia x GN!Reader)

Virginity (Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader)

Thigh Riding (Cardinal Copia x F!Reader)

Sexting (Frater Imperator x GN!Reader)

Threesome (Papa Emeritus IV x Cumulus x F!Reader)

Shower Sex (Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader)

Free Use (All Papas x F!Reader)

Bad Day (Papa Emeritus IV x GN!Reader)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Nihil

-Oneshots-

None so far...

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Sister Imperator

-Oneshots-

Hotel California (Young!Sister Imperator x Young!Mr Psaltarian)

Mary On A Cross (Young!Sister Imperator x Young!Mr Psaltarian)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Era 3 Ghouls

-Oneshots-

Double Penetration (Papa Emeritus III x Omega x F!Reader)

-Full length Fics-

None so far...

-Era 4/5 Ghouls/Ghoulettes

-Oneshots-

A Heated Encounter (Mountain x Aurora)

Era 5 Ghouls/Ghoulettes Period Comfort Headcanons

In Sync (Era 5 Ghouls x Papa Emeritus IV)

Threesome (Papa Emeritus IV x Cumulus x Reader)

Rainy Evenings (Dewdrop x Rain)

Era 4/5 Ghouls/Ghoulettes Social Structure Headcanons

A Growing Pack (Mountain x Aurora)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

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dracopias-bloodbag · 5 months ago

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Bewitched By Bloodlust | Dracopia x F! Reader | III

Chapter III: Tarocchi

You spend more time in the presence of the enigmatic Papa and he continues trying to whittle away at your stubborn demeanor. But one wrong move sets him off, and the next thing you know he's demanding to see exactly what you can do in terms of your craft. He wants you to prove yourself, and you'll do that with the weathered deck of tarot cards he had found in your bag the night you met.

chapter content: 2.3k words. 18+ only, enemies to lovers, slow(ish) burn, eventual smut, slight dubcon, blood, blood drinking (duh), kidnapping, imprisonment, choking, copia is a sadistic asshole in these first few chapters, the reader Is a defiant little shit, forced tarot readings?? is that a thing?, spitting, canon divergent (see masterlist for details),

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The next few days are uneventful. You spend the days staring at the wall, the ceiling, even the hole in the corner that an occasional rat sticks its little nose out of to stare at you. Most people would be disgusted, but you cock your head as the little creature looks at you. You toss it a scrap of your dinner, almost feeling a sense of comradery with the vermin.

You’re an outcast like me, but at least you’re free. You think to yourself as you watch the little animal pick up the piece of food and scurry off with it.

At one point you manage to pull your cot up to the window so you can stand on it and look out. There’s nothing much outside aside from the trees in the forest you had come from. For a brief moment you wonder if your pleas for help would reach your coven miles away if you screamed loud enough.

By the time he returns you’re excited at having at least some change of scenery.

Goddess help me.

His hair is disheveled, and he looks tired, but not as bad as the last time you saw him.

Copia notes how your demeanor is vastly different than before, the way you don’t move from the cot, instead remaining sat criss crossed on it as your fingers weave a tiny braid into your hair.

He had spent all day waiting for this, being in and out of meetings, working out the ministry budget, it was never ending. And then he had a meeting that he had been dreading; the one where he had to lie to Sister Imperator and that insufferable ghost of Nihil about your fate.

To them, you were a threat he had been warned about, but one that could be easily and quickly exterminated. Copia had spoken evenly, and surprisingly clearly when he stated that you had met your demise; proudly displaying your silver dagger along with your necklace wrapped around it for proof of his supposed kill. He hadn’t missed how two of his ghouls, Dewdrop and Swiss, had exchanged glances. But he knew they wouldn’t tell, they were loyal to him first and foremost.

“And she did this to you?” Imperator’s eyes had landed on Swiss, noticing the cut on his cheek.

Swiss had glanced at Copia before speaking. “Yes Sister, but I succeeded in driving her towards Papa, and he handled it from there.”

She hummed, seeming to ponder this for a moment, her eyes fixed on the ghoul, until she seemed convinced that he was telling the truth.

“So she was a fighter, I’m both surprised and glad it’s over and done with.”

When Sister Imperator was satisfied with the outcome she had quickly moved on to discussing some other trivial topic that Copia had absolutely no interest in listening to.

Instead his mind had wandered to you. His little secret, locked away in the confines of the forgotten dungeon. Only his most trusted ghouls keeping watch over you.

Copia knew The Ministry would eventually find out that you were alive, but it was a problem he would worry about later. For now, you were his secret, his meal. He had tried in vain to focus on Sister’s words, but he found himself instead thinking of your scent, the softness of your skin, the way your hair tickled his nose when he fed from you…

Now that he was standing in front of you, strangely enough he feels all the stress of his day wash away.

But that feeling is gone as soon as you open your mouth to speak.

“Haven’t you taken enough from me?” Your eyes burn with hatred as you narrow your eyes at him. “One of these times, you’re going to take too much, too close together, and then your favorite meal will be gone forever. Then at least I’ll finally know some peace instead of having to live in this goddess forsaken hole.”

Copia practically growls as he stalks towards you. He grabs you by the neck and you yelp as he lifts you up effortlessly, before pulling you tightly against his body.

“Why don’t you shut up for just once?”

Your mouth is agape at both his motions and his words. And you shudder as you feel his breath against your ear.

“What else am I supposed to do?” You grit out between clenched teeth. “How else am I supposed to survive this?”

He chuckles, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“You could try sweet talking your way out.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing through the dungeon and reverberating back at you as it bounces off the stone walls. He just stands there watching you for a second. Those eyes of his flickering over your face as if he’s trying to decipher something, as if he can find a weak point just by gauging your reactions.

“You thought you were so smart sneaking onto The Ministry grounds, eh? You thought it would be simple – get in, make your kill, and get out. But it wasn’t, was it?”

He releases you then, taking a step back as you crumple to the floor before glaring up at him.

“You thought it would be an easy task, no? Your precious pendulums and tarocchi told you that you would be safe, that you would carry out your duty to your coven like a good little witch.”

He pulls something out of his coat pocket then, and tosses a leather bundle at you. Instantly you recognize your weathered deck of tarot cards wrapped neatly in the cover you had made for them. The cards scatter as they hit the floor, and you sit and stare at them in disbelief for a moment, before scrambling to try and pick them up.

He chuckles darkly watching you as you collect the cards and stack them in your hands as neatly as you can in your panic.

“Did you really think we wouldn’t see you coming? Do you really think the other night in the forest was my first time seeing you?”

He reaches down and grabs your face in his hand, and you whimper as his fingers dig into the soft skin of your cheeks.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time, strega. You just never saw me, hiding in the shadows, observing you as you walked amongst your coven. It’s charming really, how sweet you always were to them, how you were willing to do any and every bit of the dirty work they demanded of you.”

“You don’t know anything about them.” You snarl.

Copia smirks down at you, noting the flash of panicked doubt in your eyes as you say those words.

“Don’t I? I watched the way they walked all over you. They forced you to do the spells they were too afraid of doing themselves, like the cowards they are.”

He leans down so that his face is inches from your own.

“It made you feel empty, no? Lonely even. But it made you the strongest witch among them.” His gaze flits between your wide eyes, and for a millisecond you think that you see them glance down to your parted lips, but in the blink of an eye his gaze is locked on yours once more.

“I watched them break your heart over and over again, and I could feel the way all of your fears melted away when they gave you the sacred task of killing me.”

Your jaw is clenched as you glare daggers into his mismatched eyes.

“You thought that if you succeeded they’d finally accept you as one of their own, no?”

Don’t do it.

“You thought they might actually consider you as part of their inner circle.”

You grit your teeth.

Don’t do it.

“Maybe, just maybe… you thought they might promote you to serve as a High Priestess alongside them, eh?” He laughs at that, the sound making you grit your teeth as it bounces off the stone walls once more.

Don’t–

Your lips quirk up into a smirk then, and you push away the voice in your head before…

The motion is quick, if he blinked he would have missed it, but the wet feeling of your saliva on his face is unmistakable.

You fucking spit on him.

About three different emotions cross his face at once as he draws back and wipes at his cheek with his gloved hand. He looks dumbstruck at first, before realization sets in and his eyes meet yours. There’s amusement, shock, and finally… rage.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.”

Copia moves swiftly, moving around your body until he’s kneeling behind you. He secures you with a hand on your neck. He drops to his knees behind you, dragging you towards him, his strong arms yanking your body back against him. He holds you tight to him, so that you’re nestled between his thighs, and you can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks as you realize his crotch is pressed up against your ass.

His eyes flit down to the cards in your hands, as he sweeps your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him. He leans in close to your ear, his voice so low and gravelly that it makes you shudder.

“Why don’t you show me what you can do, eh?” He grabs your hand that’s still gripping the tarot deck for dear life. “Why don’t you find out your fate now that you’re here with me?”

You shudder as his lips brush against the crook of your neck.

“Are you fucking kidding?” Your voice is small, barely above a whisper, and it makes him smirk against your skin.

“No, I’m not fucking kidding, strega.” He growls. “Do. A. Reading.”

Your hands are trembling as you move to begin the process. Your knuckles tap on the back of the deck in three short knocks before you begin shuffling the cards. You fight to stay focused, trying to make sure your hand doesn’t slip and cause the cards to scatter everywhere.

His razor-sharp fangs graze against your skin, the action making you shiver and your mind go blank. In that moment the countless tarot spreads you had learned in your short lifetime seem to evade you and all you can focus on is the feeling of his breath on your neck.

He nips at your pulse point, pulling a tiny gasp from you. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Fuck, okay. Past, present, future, keep it simple.

As you finish shuffling the cards you split the deck into three equal stacks, and you feel your heart pounding as you look at them all, trying to go with your gut and choose one.

It's at that moment that he sinks his teeth into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. You cry out, your hand flying forward to grip onto something, anything as that familiar searing pain floods your senses. Your hand closes around one of the stacks you had made, and you wince as the edges of the cards dig into your palm.

He’s growling against your skin as he drinks, and you want to hit him over the head for the effect his noises have on you. You bite your lip, shutting your eyes, as you instinctively let your head fall to the side.

But he grabs your face with his other hand, making you gasp as he pulls away from your neck for a second.

“I didn’t say you could stop. Focus, strega.”

Is he fucking serious?

But the way his fingers dig into your waist tells you that he is. You stack the cards up again, placing the stack you had grabbed on top, before taking a deep breath as you draw the first card.

Past… Eight of Swords.

Restriction, feeling trapped, like you don’t fit in and can’t express yourself freely.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped as the realization struck that this was exactly how you had felt in your coven.

Maybe he was right…

You push the feeling and that thought away as you shakily reach for the next card in the stack.

Present… The Tower.

Oh fuck… Of course. Sudden changes beyond your control, upheaval, areas of your life that are being torn down that no longer serve you.

Copia is still drinking from you, and for a moment your attention is torn from the cards to him. His scent seems to wrap itself around you, and you have to bite your lip to stifle a noise as you feel your head begin to spin. He seems to sense your unease and the effects his actions have on your body. He pulls away once again to whisper in your ear.

“One more, piccolina… I know you can finish.”

A hot streak of blood slips from the wound on your neck and slides down your chest. Your shaky hand swipes at it before you hold it up, gasping softly at the sight of your trembling fingers covered in your own blood. You shut your eyes before reaching out with that same hand to draw the last card.

Future…

The Lovers

What the fuck?

It was one of the most self explanatory cards in the deck, it was the one you spent your girlhood hoping and praying to any deity who would listen for, yet it never seemed to find its way into your readings.

Until now.

The world spins around you as your vision starts to go out, dark spots threatening to consume it as you begin to lose consciousness. Your ears are ringing so loudly that you can barely hear the way Copia’s breath hitches as his eyes land on the card in your hand. For a moment you mentally curse your beloved tarot cards, wondering why the hell they’re telling you that romantic love is near…

…Or already in front of you.

The last thing you see before darkness consumes you is his gloved fingers plucking the bloodstained card out of your own.

Sorry for yet another delay, I suffered a loss of a childhood pet a couple weeks ago and was also dealing with some intense work stress. But I'm doing better and getting back to working on this has really helped get me out of my funk! ❤︎‬

Thank you as always for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing this one!

Comments, kudos, and reblogs are always appreciated! ‪‪❤︎

Translations: tarocchi - tarot strega/streghetta – witch piccolina – little one

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hanalyrata · 2 months ago

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I know your soul is not tainted, even though you've been told so (Chapter 2/?) - Swiss/Dewdrop

Fandom: Ghost Pairing: Swiss x Dewdrop Rating: Gen? Kinda?

Chapters: 2/? Chapters: [1], [2] < You are here.

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Summary: Swiss has made his affections for Dewdrop too obvious. The ministry disapproves, and Sister Imperator has a solution.

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"I… I don't know you…" The world around Dewdrop seemed to tilt, the room spinning as the weight of Swiss' words, and the situation, came crashing down all at once. He doesn't know me. The person, the only one Dewdrop had ever wanted to protect, the one that he had fallen for, worried over, was looking at him as though he were a complete stranger. And worse, like he was a threat. Swiss looked up at Dew with a raw panic in his eyes that twisted in his chest. It wasn't just confusion. It was fear. Fear of him. “I… I won’t hurt you,” Dewdrop said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, though the words sounded hollow, as if saying them would undo the damage that had been done. Dewdrop’s breath caught in his throat as Swiss recoiled further into the bed, his body trembling as he tried to put distance between them. But Swiss didn’t seem to hear him—or, if he did, it only heightened his anxiety. He shrank back, the terror in his gaze intensifying as Dewdrop reached out to offer comfort. “No,” Swiss muttered under his breath, shaking his head, his movements jerky, almost frantic. “No, please… please don’t.” Dewdrop froze, his outstretched hand hovering in the air between them. He couldn't stand seeing Swiss like this and wanted nothing more than to pull the multi-ghoul into his arms, to tell him that everything was okay, that he was safe. But seeing Swiss like this, so terrified, paralyzed him. It was as though his presence alone was making everything worse. "I'm sorry," Dewdrop whispered, his voice cracking, a shake that matched the tremble of his hand as it dropped to his side, "Swiss, I'm sorry. Please…"

The door to the room creaked open with a whine before Dewdrop could finish, and Phantom shuffled inside the room. His eyes flickered between Dewdrop and Swiss, his usual air of mischief and curiosity replaced by confusion as he took in the scene before him. “What the… what's going on?” Phantom asked, his voice laced with concern, quickly noticing the tension in the air. Swiss’s head snapped toward the door, and for the first time since he had woken up, a flash of recognition crossed his face. His eyes fixed on the quintessence ghoul, his expression softening just a fraction. Without warning, Swiss scrambled off the bed, his movements awkward and weak, but driven by pure desperation. Phantom caught Swiss as he lost his footing, the multi-ghoul tumbling into his arms, “Please,” Swiss whimpered, looking up at Phantom with wide, pleading eyes. “Help me… Don’t let him hurt me.”

Phantom’s face went pale as he knelt down, instinctively pulling Swiss into his arms. His gaze flickered to Dewdrop, a mixture of confusion and alarm crossing his features, the unspoken question clear in his eyes. What happened? Dewdrop, still frozen in place, could only shake his head, unable to find the words. His throat felt tight, as if he were choking on the weight of everything he couldn’t explain.

Swiss buried his face in Phantom’s chest, his body shaking uncontrollably as he clung to him. Phantom’s arms wrapped around him protectively, his expression darkening as he realized just how fragile Swiss was. The usually composed and confident ghoul had been reduced to a shell of himself, his entire demeanour shattered.

Dewdrop watched, helpless, as Swiss found comfort in Phantom’s embrace, the fear that had been directed at him still painfully fresh. Phantom’s eyes narrowed as he held Swiss, his voice low and firm, “What the fuck happened, Dew?” Dewdrop opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. How could he explain what had happened without falling apart himself? The image of Swiss, terrified and crawling away from him, kept flashing in his mind, like a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. "I… I think, it was her," Dewdrop swallowed roughly, trying to piece together what he could, "I've noticed her, Sister, watching us, I should have known it would come to this, I just-" Phantom’s jaw clenched as he looked down at Swiss, “This is her doing?” The fire ghoul nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears, "It couldn't be anyone else. Copia doesn't care who we are, he encourages it…" His voice faltered, the words catching in his throat, "She had to make sure, right? That we stayed on course, spread the message and now," he inhaled shakily, looking back at Swiss, "He doesn't know who I am." Swiss shifted in Phantom’s arms, his breathing still shaky, but his body starting to relax slightly under the quint’s gentle touch. Phantom leaned his head down, speaking in a low, soothing tone to Swiss, trying to keep him grounded. “It’s okay, Swiss,” Phantom murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve got you. You’re safe here.” He turned his gaze back to Dewdrop, "There has to be something we can do," Swiss shuddered against him, drawing Phantom's attention back down, “But… him,” he said, his voice barely audible, glancing toward Dewdrop with a look of pure confusion. “Why… why is he here?” Dewdrop felt the ground slip from beneath him, the weight of Swiss' words making his stomach twist painfully. The way Swiss looked at him, as though he were a faceless stranger. It was unbearable. “He’s here because he cares about you,” Phantom said gently, glancing back at Dewdrop with sympathy in his eyes, “You just don’t remember him right now.” Swiss’s brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze flickering between Phantom and Dewdrop. “I don’t know him,” he whispered again, his voice filled with fear. “I don’t… I don’t want him here.” The words pierced through Dewdrop like a dagger, leaving him breathless. Swiss’s rejection felt like the final blow, the last piece of him breaking apart. He wanted to scream, cry, to tear the world apart for what Sister Imperator had done to them. But all he could do was stand there, feeling utterly defeated.

Phantom tightened his hold on Swiss, his eyes meeting Dewdrop’s with an unspoken apology. “I think… maybe you should go,” Phantom said softly, "For now, until we figure this out." Dewdrops’s chest tightened further, and for a moment, he thought he might argue, might fight to stay. But one look at Swiss—curled up in Phantom’s arms, terrified and broken—and he knew he couldn’t do that. Not now. Not like this. Taking a deep breath, Dewdrop nodded. He turned, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a vice, and walked out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and in the silence of the empty hallway, Dewdrop felt the crushing realization that he had lost the person he cared about most. And he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get him back. To be continued....

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ourfatherwhoartinhell · 6 months ago

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"In the night, I am real..." // [Part III]

Pairing | Alpha x reader

Word count | 1.4k

Warnings | Ghouls sent back to the Pit, ritual gone wrong, rite here rite now spoilers, canon divergence, f!reader - no y/n

Chapter Summary: You decide to see if the "silly book" you found is more than it seems. Heartbroken, you follow the ancient book's instructions to perform a ritual, hoping to bring Alpha back on your own. However things don't quite go according to plan.

[Prev]

The hellish scene you created last week went unacknowledged by Copia. When interrogated by Sister Imperator, he simply said, “One of the ghouls must’ve eaten some bad sushi or something, I don’t know.” It was your little secret, and life continued on as normal.

You were slowly becoming more yourself in the 2 weeks following the incident. Copia invited you to join band practice and give his (properly summoned) Ghouls some pointers. You found out that they weren’t so bad after all. A little wild, but they were perfectly his.

You made a point to talk with Dewdrop after learning about his element change. That must have been so painful, you felt guilty for not being there for him during the transition. To start making amends, you gave him some tips about how Alpha used to deal with flare-ups and dysregulation. You didn't know whether it would help, but it was your way of reaching out, and trying being of service to the band again.

It was getting close to midnight and practice had just finished for the day. Swiss and Phantom, the ghouls that had taken to you the most, offered for you to join them for a movie night in the den. You politely declined as you already had important plans for tonight.

You smiled and wished the last of the Siblings heading inside a good night, as you walked out to the familiar bench in the garden. It was the first time you allowed yourself to sit out here under the moonlight since your Ghoul disappeared 6 years ago.

You removed the black guitar from within its case and sat it on your lap.

“Please don’t laugh, I haven’t done this in a while.” You said to no one in particular.

You began to play an acoustic version of If You Have Ghosts. It was one of your favourites. When Terzo used to help you through anxiety attacks, he would sing it. You didn’t know why he spent so much time helping you, but it was like he was speaking to you through every word of it. Telling you that as long as you had Ghost, they are all you would ever need. You fell in love with it after that. However, after the events of last week, you were beginning to realize what that truly meant.

You plucked along, the crescent moon shining bright above you as you sang.

“The moon,” you chuckled as you looked. “Up above… is a part of my thoughts, and a part of me is me. Forever is the wind…”

“In the night, I am real.”

You immediately stopped playing and froze.

No one else should be out here at this hour, definitely not a Ghoul. As far as you knew, they were all watching the movie. If you just stayed quiet, maybe they would go away. But the voice continued softly, this time directly behind you.

“In the night, I am real.”

It couldn’t possibly…

“I don’t remember teaching you that one?”

If a person could turn their head around any faster, they would probably break it at the speed you turned to look behind you. Your face expressing a confusing mixture of surprise, disbelief, and a flicker of hope.

“I knew I’d find you out here.” The voice said with a fanged smile.

You shot up and immediately engulfed the large Ghoul, sharing a close embrace that was much overdue. Not caring if your tears were beginning to soak through his shirt.

“I missed you so much.” You choked out between sobs, pulling back and sniffling as you looked up at your mate. “You are here, right? I’m not hallucinating?”

Alpha smiled softly as he held your face in his hands, pushing away the strands of hair glued down by your tears. You studied his face, fearing he was going to disappear again, gently running a hand over his cheek and smiling fondly at him.

“The embers in your eyes are still as bright.”

EPILOGUE

1 Year Later

Everyone was gathered in the communal hall, waiting for the newly promoted Frater Imperator to make some big speech. All was going well in the world of the Ministry. You couldn’t begin to imagine how to make the future any brighter than it was right now.

Copia, or now known as Frater Imperator, appeared on stage to make his first official statement before the masses of his Ministry.

“Oh, hello. Thank you for coming,” he began. “I just wanted to let you all know of a recent change I made. I hope you like it. Apparently there was a policy we practiced that caused many of our brothers and sisters much sorrow.”

The conversations in the room fell to a hushed whisper as everyone eagerly awaited to hear what Copia had going on in that crazy mind of his.

“So!” He clapped his hands together. “I’m proud to announce, effective immediately, the practice of banishing ghouls will no longer be in effect. That means after their service is complete, ghouls will no longer be banished and replaced. They are the backbone of our congregation. They are our brothers and sisters,” he said, glancing at his ghouls huddled together beside the stage.

“Our friends,” he nodded to Aether, who stood near the door.

“And for some,” he glanced along the wall, finding Alpha holding you protectively in front of him. Both finally at peace. “They are family. The ghouls will always have a home here, for as long as they wish to stay.”

The cheers were relentless. Brothers and Sisters of the Ministry excitedly embracing their ghoulish friends and partners in various states of disbelief. The ghouls' burden of knowing one day they might suddenly disappear was abolished. No one will have to go through the pain of being forcibly separated, not anymore.

“But!” Copia chirped. “That is to say: if there are any ghouls that still wish to return, I will do the ritual myself. Alternatively, if there are any who need to be reunited, I will take a few cases into consideration. My first duty as head of this Ministry is to right some wrongs, and to do better than those that came before me,” he explained, looking out with a smile at his beaming audience. “So that’s what I plan to do.”

Until the night of the incident a year ago, Copia never really gave much thought to the spin-off effects of sending ghouls back to the pit. Actually, he thought they might be excited to go home once they were no longer needed.

Never did he consider that in the years they were on the surface, the ghouls would’ve made strong connections and relationships with those outside of the band. Relationships that would be painfully torn apart when they were gone.

After you accidentally summoned a lesser demon trying to get Alpha back, Copia made sure the Book of Resurrection (which you learned was the correct title) was properly locked away in his chamber for everyone’s safety. It would only be pulled out for the next Papa to summon new ghouls, if he so chooses.

However, that was not before Copia made one last summoning.

Unlike Nihil and Sister Imperator, ghoul’s weren’t able to appear as apparitions to help him learn what had happened to you back then - since ghouls weren’t technically dead. So he went to the next best option: a ghoul who was there.

Dewdrop.

Dew told Copia about how your presence used to annoy Alpha to no end. Until one day things changed and Alpha started to get extremely protective of you. Something about how you yelled at him once for picking on Omega.

“She was shaking like a leaf, scared to death, but looked him dead in the eyes and defended Omega anyway. After that, everything kind of changed.”

Copia learned you two were set to be officially mated 3 days before the ghouls disappeared. He also never considered the ghouls could have mates that weren’t, well… other ghouls.

He was determined to right some wrongs, and now he knew that started with you.

Copia managed to summon Alpha back from the pit the day before what would’ve been your anniversary. He wanted to give the older ghoul time to adjust to being back on the surface after so long. Meanwhile, Copia’s ghouls were right there with him, eager to help.

The next day, he informed you that there was no band practice since he wasn’t feeling his best. Which, in all fairness, he wasn’t. Summoning a ghoul like Alpha took a lot out of him.

Yet he still found the strength to watch your long awaited reunion from his window.

It was going to be the start of a new era. In more ways than one.

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justrandomghoul · 8 months ago

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Swiss x Dewdrop: I Would Never, Ever Hurt You

The post that started it all

Angst, hurt/comfort

I made some changes to the original idea, but the idea somewhat stayed the same.

Dewdrop is struggling with the changes of his new element and packmates.

Dewdrop hid at his sanctuary, the ministry's roof, where he could be alone and not be bothered by anyone. He had been going there almost every night ever since his elemental transition. Mountain and Aether had been treating him as if he were a ghost that they couldn't see haunting the halls of the place they once called home. It no longer felt like home since their packmates were banished to the pits and the loss of their Papa.

He felt like he had no other choice: either accept the transition or have his mates be banished...or worse. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to finish that thought. Despite his sacrifice and weeks of agony, his mates treated him with such coldness. After he recovered, he went into the greenhouse to talk to Mountain and help out like he used to as a water ghoul. Mountain screamed at him to get out and that Dewdrop would set the place ablaze. Dewdrop burst into tears and quickly fled the greenhouse, seeking refuge in his room for the remainder of the day.

Aether also behaved differently; he wouldn't raise his voice at Dewdrop, but he acted as if Dewdrop had died and that Aether was in mourning despite Dewdrop standing next to him. As they did the dishes, he told Dewdrop that he wished Dewdrop hadn't made it and that the fire ghoul was just the shell of the one he used to love. It devastated Dewdrop. He was alive and right next to his mate, but his mate refused to believe that his mate was right there. Aether would watch the fire ghoul with such sadness and devastation that it would make a vengeful spirit weep.

The Cardinal showed kindness to the newly transitioned fire ghoul. He had been taking care of him like his packmates should. The Cardinal saw to it that Dewdrop was well-fed and that his room was kept at a cold temperature to prevent Dewdrop from overheating himself. He also insisted that Dewdrop called him 'Copia' and not by his title since "they are going to work together after all". After Dewdrop finally confided in Copia about the treatment he had been receiving from his mates, Copia berated Mountain and Aether for the treatment of their packmate, who went through weeks of agony for them.

Then the Summoning took place. Sister Imperator ordered the Cardinal to summon a new water ghoul and two air ghouls. Dewdrop watched as they summoned a water ghoul. When the water ghoul appeared, it made Dewdrop ache. The water ghoul was perfect, not a single imperfection on him. He introduced himself as 'Rain' to his future packmates. Dewdrop didn't hate Rain, but the ghoul before him unknowingly triggered a sadness of who he used to be. He used to be beautiful, and now everything he used to be was burned away. Then the air ghouletts were summoned. They were mated and protective of each other. The way they refused to leave each other's embrace made Dewdrop smile; it was sweet in a weird way to watch. They introduced each other as 'Cirius' and 'Cumulus'.

But then something unexpected happened. Out of nowhere, the portal opened again and revealed a multi-ghoul. He trailed not far behind the ghouletts, essentially hitching a ride. A multi-ghoul was extremely rare to encounter, and summoning one was even more so. Dewdrop froze as the multi-ghoul turned his gaze to him, his warm brown eyes reflecting what made Dewdrop feel vulnerable, but didn't feel threatened. The multi-ghoul introduced himself as 'Swiss' and was welcomed with open arms.

After the new arrivals settled in, Dewdrop observed from the sidelines as they interacted with Mountain and Aether, leaving the fire ghoul to himself. He got the hint that he wasn't welcome and left the den feeling dejected. Every day, Dewdrop saw how everyone interacted with one another as if they had been packmates for a long time. They treated Dewdrop as if he wasn't there or that they forgot about him. It caught the attention of Swiss. He saw how lonely the fire ghoul was and how the pack treated him. It made him furious, and from that point on, he swore to himself that he would protect Dewdrop and make sure that he felt loved.

It started as something small, such as helping Dewdrop when he was left to do the dishes. Dewdrop was silent as he cleaned a plate; his long hair hid his face. Swiss wordlessly grabbed a towel and started drying the dishes that Dewdrop had cleaned. Dewdrop turned and looked up at Swiss in surprise. Swiss turned and looked at Dewdrop before smiling at him and continued drying the dish. Dewdrop was silently thankful for his help, but didn't understand why Swiss bothered.

Since then, Swiss began to assist Dewdrop whenever possible. He wordlessly helped the smaller ghoul carry equipment, helped him with his daily tasks that would take the fire ghoul too long to complete, and included him with whatever leisurely thing the pack was doing after a long day of practice and chores. Mountain and Aether continued to distance themselves from Dewdrop, even going as far as protecting Rain from him, despite Dewdrop having no ill feelings towards the water ghoul. After weeks of neglect from Mountain and Aether, Dewdrop gave up and decided to protect his heart from being broken again.

He was so tired of being ignored and sometimes being yelled at by those who used to love him, which is why he took refuge at his sanctuary, a place where no one could hurt him. Feeling utterly defeated, Dewdrop lowered his head and hugged his knees to his chest. The ghosts of his pack plagued his broken mind and heart. He longed for Ifrit's fearless nature and tender heart, yearned for Zephyr's gentle voice and embraces, and most of all, he missed the love Mountain and Aether used to have for him. What he did for them, he did out of love, but they were too overwhelmed by grief and anger to see that.

Dewdrop was about to allow himself to cry when he felt someone behind him, causing him to gasp and turn his head to the presence. He turned and saw Swiss standing hesitantly in front of the window Dewdrop climbed through.

Swiss smiled as he spoke apologetically, "I apologize for disturbing you. I had no idea you were here. I heard that we can see the stars more clearly this time of the year, and I wanted to see them for myself." He hesitated before speaking up again. "Would it be alright if I joined you?"

Dewdrop smiled half-heartedly and patted at a spot next to him. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Swiss grinned and sat down next to the fire ghoul, barely touching him. Dewdrop avoided the multi-ghoul's gaze by looking down at the weather-worn tiles. He didn't want to be rude, but he didn't want to be close to Swiss.

Swiss must've felt Dewdrop's uneasiness, because he politely looked away to look up at the stars. He spoke in wonder, "It's so beautiful up here. You could get lost just by trying to find a single constellation." He turned to look at Dewdrop who refused to look up. "I could get lost finding you."

Dewdrop turned to look at Swiss. His expression betrayed the confusion and vulnerability he felt.

Swiss looked back at Dewdrop before continuing, "You're as bright and beautiful as the North Star."

Dewdrop blushed and looked away. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He insisted.

Swiss dared himself before moving a bit closer to him without touching him. He smiled as he spoke, "I may be new, but I've been around and I know beauty when I see it."

Dewdrop felt tempted to stand up and leave, but couldn't bring himself to, as he felt the multi-ghoul's genuineness and decided to hear him out. He barely spoke above a whisper as he spoke, "If you saw who I used to be, you wouldn't be saying that."

Swiss frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Dewdrop couldn't meet his gaze and decided to look at Swiss's shoes to avoid his eyes as he spoke. "I'm not who I used to be. I used to be beautiful...like Rain." He shakily took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not a fire-born. I used to be a water ghoul. I used to be beautiful. They decided that I wasn't good enough and that I had to meet their expectations. They took away our pack and I sacrificed myself to keep Mountain and Aether safe."

He wiped a tear away before continuing, "I gave up myself to save them and in return, they act like I died...they act like I'm not here." He sounded defeated. "They would rather mourn who I used to be rather than to accept what I've become."

Swiss hesitated before gently placing his hand on top of the smaller ghoul's. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to pull away; he missed the gentle comfort. When Swiss saw that Dewdrop didn't reject him, he gently ran his thumb across Dewdrop's knuckles to comfort him. "You changed elements? I-I didn't think that was possible. How...did it..."

Dewdrop sounded pained as he spoke. "It was painful. I felt like I was dying and I guess a part of me did. I had no choice, I had to do it to save them. We had already lost so much and I couldn't bear to lose anyone else. I did what I had to do...and I guess they resent me for it."

Swiss was too horrified to say anything. He had a feeling that something happened that caused a shift in the pack dynamic, but he had no idea of the pain the fire ghoul went through to protect the pack. He wanted to throw punches at Mountain and Aether. How dare they treat their pack member like that after all he did for them to keep them safe? How dare they add more pain? Swiss anchored himself to not lose himself in his anger.

Dewdrop touched his neck where his gills used to be. The black lines that now adorn his neck. Swiss's eyes watered as he saw the scars he never noticed before. He wanted to kiss them away. Dewdrop saw that Swiss was looking at the scars. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know, it's not a pretty sight to see."

Swiss slowly raised his hand, checking to see if Dewdrop would pull away. When Dewdrop gave no indication that he objected to his touch, Swiss gently tucked Dewdrop's hair away from his face behind his ear and caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from the ghoul. He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper, as if he feared that if he spoke any louder, Dewdrop would vanish. "You're beautiful."

Dewdrop's expression turned into shock. He couldn't bring himself to speak.

Swiss took his silence as permission to continue. "You're as beautiful as the morning sun."

He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper. "Like the sun, I burn everything around me."

Swiss slowly leaned closer. "Like the sun, you shine."

Dewdrop slowly leaned in, mirroring Swiss. "Like the sun, I'm painful to look at."

Swiss leaned closer, their lips barely touching. "Like the sun, I embrace your warmth."

Dewdrop closed the remaining distance between them. A soft gasp escaped from his lips as they kissed. Swiss wrapped his arms protectively around Dewdrop, wanting nothing more than to protect his sun. Dewdrop gently cupped Swiss's face in his hands. The gentle touches felt like small suns. After a few heartbeats, they gently pulled away from their kiss to look into each other's eyes. Swiss's brown eyes started adoringly into Dewdrop's ruby reds.

He spoke softly into his ear. "My sun and stars."

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ramblingoak · 2 years ago

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Play Ball

You weren’t the only one that loved that baseball uniform...

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader

Warnings: you and Copia being really into his baseball uniform, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus and a horrified Dewdrop, nsfw 18+ only mdni, 3,500k words

“Papa, you still need to sign--oh shit!"

You quickly covered your eyes, dropping the stack of paperwork you had been holding. Sheet after sheet of the touring budget flew across his bedroom. You spun around to look away from where he was sprawled out across his bed.

“Uh sorella, mi scusi,” You heard fabric rustling and hoped he was shoving himself back into his pants. His baseball pants. Oh Lucifer, you had thought of him in that White Sox uniform on a daily basis since that night last year. And apparently he had kept it.

And now he was wearing them while jacking off.

You took a deep breath and uncovered your eyes only to look directly into his floor length mirror and see him still trying to shimmy the pants back up over his dick. Belial. Your hands flew up again. Ok. Ok, you needed to go, why were you still standing there?

“I’m sorry Papa! Sister Imperator sent me over to make sure you signed off on the budget but you weren’t at your desk. So I uh, so I came to your quarters and your door was open and then I knocked on your bedroom door and I swore I heard you say my name and then I…yeah. I’m so sorry. Very, very sorry.” You shut up and took a deep breath. Waiting for him to finally yell at you to get out.

You jumped when you felt gloved hands grasp your elbows and gently spin you around. His hands slid up your arms and then he pulled your hands away from your face. Copia’s mismatched eyes stared down into yours and you held your breath still expecting him to yell at you. Instead he smiled and pulled your hands up to his lips to place a kiss in each palm.

“Breathe sorella, it is alright. I am not mad, ok?” You took a deep breath and nodded. He hadn’t let go of your hands yet, instead he was now placing a kiss on the tip of each of your fingers. “You heard correctly cara mia, I did say your name. I was imagining you here with me.”

“Oh.” Now he was nipping your fingertips, some of the paint on his lips starting to transfer onto your skin. You weren’t sure what else to say. ‘I was just imagining you in this uniform while I was touching myself in the shower this morning?’ Was that too forward?

“Hmm, yes ‘oh’. Sorella, your Papa has a confession, can I tell you this?” You nodded your head not trusting yourself not to say something stupid. “I’ve thought of you quite often, here in my bed.”

“Oh.” Copia chuckled and moved his lips down to your wrist, sneaking his tongue out to touch your fluttering pulse. He traced back and forth over it for a moment before pulling away slightly. His gazed traced over your face and grinned at the dumbfounded expression you were wearing. Maybe you had fallen in the shower and were imagining all of this.

“I’ve wanted you since you started working for Imperator dolce, so much.” One of his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you tight against his chest. A gasp escaped you when his hard cock rubbed against your belly. You brought your hands up to his chest and began to trace the letters there and you shyly looked up into his face. “And you know what else? I think you want me too, am I right?”

“Yes, Papa.” You had barely finished speaking when he slanted his mouth over yours, stealing your breath away. His tongue immediately demanded entrance into your mouth and you opened for him. You brushed your tongue against his when it slid inside and he groaned and began to tangle his with yours roughly. Copia brought both of his hands up to your face and cradled your cheeks briefly before sliding them into your hair. He gave your strands a quick tug and you moaned against his mouth at the sensation.

Copia pulled away and growled at you before he began to propel you back against the wall next to his doorway. He moved his mouth down to your neck and began to nip and worry at the skin with his teeth. You slipped one hand into his hair to keep him in place but let your other hand slide around to his ass and you gripped him as tightly as you could. He bit down hard at your pulse and you gasped out at the slight pain.

“Sorella, let me take you. Let your Papa fuck you. Per favore.” He shifted his hands down your body, stopping to cup your breasts through your habit. His thumbs rubbed against your nipples and even through the layers of your habit and bra it felt amazing. You closed your eyes and let your head thunk against the wall.

When his hands pulled away from your breasts you whimpered at the loss of contact. Instead he dragged them down your sides and stopped at your waist, slowly tugging at your habit and dragging it up your thighs to bunch in his fists. Thank Satan you were wearing nice panties today. Copia seemed to like them as he gazed at them and then dragged a finger along the black lace on top.

“So pretty, so ready for me, aren't you?” You nodded your head quickly, silently begging for his hands to keep touching you. He leaned back in towards your face and unholy fuck he was so handsome. His eyes were wild and you could see where his skin was flushed where the paint had rubbed off. You could feel the heat radiating off of him through the uniform. “Well dolcezza, can I have you? Will you be mine?”

You shivered as his breath tickled your cheek when he spoke. His tongue snuck out to trace the edge of your ear and wow why were you making him work so hard? You tugged at his hair with the hand still tangled in his locks and he pulled away, his face hovering just over yours. “I’m yours, Papa.”

The feral grin that graced his face nearly made your knees buckle but instead he was the one that dropped down. He planted himself in front of you and wasted no time pushing your habit further up your chest. You gripped the bottom and ripped it over your head letting it fall to the side. Your hands flew to his head when he immediately covered your cunt with his mouth. His tongue rubbing against the already wet fabric of your panties.

He pulled away after a few moments and impatiently tugged at them to get them down your legs. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you had to dance from foot to foot to stay standing. Copia helped you steady yourself and then looked up at you as he gripped one of your calves and slung it over his shoulder. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he leaned forward and dragged his tongue through your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you dug your heel between his shoulders as his tongue worked between your lips. It danced around your clit and then slid down to play around your entrance. You couldn’t help but try to grind your hips into his face but he gripped your ass to keep you where you were. His tongue was ruthless with you, pushing as far into you as he could and moaning against you as your wetness coated his tongue.

You felt one of his hands come around to join in, the leather sliding against your slick skin. His fingers teased at your entrance, dragging over your opening while his tongue moved to concentrate on your clit. When his lips closed around the small bud he slid a finger inside and rubbed it against your walls. You bucked and cried out when another finger joined the first, barely able to keep yourself upright.

“Oh fuck, Papa!” He groaned against you and the sensation vibrated against your wet skin. His fingers began to fuck you faster and his tongue flicked furiously against your clit. You could hear him working in and out of your wet entrance, even above his growls and your moans.

Your head fell forward when he sucked your clit hard and the sight of him on his knees in that baseball uniform was all it took. You came harder than you ever had, practically falling over him as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you as you came down from your orgasm. He leaned back to watch them work in and out a few more times and then pushed his head closer again to drag his tongue over you. Lapping up the wetness that covered your cunt.

You patted his head a few times silently begging him to stop. You were panting and barely holding yourself up. His wet hand slid around your leg and pulled it off his shoulder. Your eyes met and you were sure you looked like a flushed, sweaty mess but he just grinned at you and winked. Before you could do anything he wrapped his arms around your waist and then hauled you over his shoulder, groaning as he rose up from his knees and onto his feet.

“Ah cazzo, I'm too old for this.” You squealed as he staggered a bit on his feet but he managed to steady himself and walk over to his bed and toss you onto it. You bounced towards the middle but he grasped your ankles and pulled you back towards him. His hands ran up your legs and he tugged them around his waist. Copia then reached up and unclasped your bra, not even letting you pull it off before he closed his mouth over one of your breasts.

As he sealed his lips over your nipple he reached up and started to massage your other breast. You crossed your legs behind his back and dug your heels into him. The action dragged his clothed cock against your cunt and you moaned at the feeling. He lifted his head up from your breast and watched your face as he ground his cock harder against you. You could feel the front of his pinstriped pants dampen as your wet cunt rubbed against him.

Copia took one last lick of your nipple and then pulled up, letting the leather of his gloves drag against your stomach and up your thighs to settle on your knees. You whimpered as he pulled your legs away from him but he immediately went to work pulling the uniform top out of his pants. When he moved to unbutton it you placed one of your feet on his chest to stop him. He met your gaze and raised one of his eyebrows at you in a silent question.

“Leave it on, Papa.” He smiled at you and nodded his head, grasping your foot on his chest and bringing it up to place a delicate kiss on the bottom before letting go. You spread your legs out and then bent them at the knee, placing your feet at the edge of the bed on either side of his hips. He unbuckled his belt and then pulled the zipper down, but he only tugged them down far enough to free his cock.

He watched as you licked your lips at the sight of it, bringing his hand down to pump it a few times. You hooked a leg around his waist again, impatiently encouraging him to move closer. He let you pull him against you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cunt. His hands moved to your knees and he pulled your other leg around his waist and then slid them down your thighs to rest at your hips.

Papa held you there, at the edge of the bed. His hips began to move in small circles, letting your wetness coat his cock. You moaned as it caught on your entrance a few times and you tried to get him to enter you but he seemed determined to tease you. Laughing as you grew more and more frustrated. When tears began to prick at your eyes you brought your hands up to cover your face, embarrassed at how desperate you were.

“Oh dolcezza, no no. Don’t cry. I will take care of you, si?” Copia leaned forward and grasped your hands, pulling them off your face. He smiled down at you and then pulled back to grip your hips again. His eyes roamed over you before coming back up and meeting your own. He flashed that brilliant smile of his again and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Please Papa, please. I need you. I need you to fu-oh!” He didn’t let you finish, Copia had lined himself up and pushed into you with one solid thrust. Your walls stretched tightly around his cock and your mouth hung open at the full feeling. He brought one of his hands from your hip to settle over your belly and he seemed content to look at where his cock disappeared into you for a moment.

Thankfully you didn’t have to start begging him again, he slowly pulled out, letting his cock drag against your walls before stopping with just the tip in your entrance. He growled and thrust back inside, soon starting a steady rhythm in and out of you, grunting each time he entered you. He had you panting and clawing at the sheets as he roughly fucked you. When your body started to shudder he pushed down gently with the hand on your belly and kept you in place.

The other hand on your waist moved to settle above your cunt and he pressed his thumb against your clit. His thrusts became even harder when you began to moan loudly, digging your elbows down into the mattress and pulling up a bit so you could watch his cock move in and out of you.

“You like this dolcezza? Do you like watching me fuck you?” You bit your lip and nodded frantically, beyond words at this point. He suddenly took his hands and moved them back to your hips to pull you up a bit and change the angle of his cock entering you. It caused the tip to hit that spot inside of you each time it pushed in and your head fell back on the bed as you cried out.

Stars started to spark at the edge of your vision, you were getting so close. His movements were becoming erratic and you watched as he panted and grunted with each hard thrust. The slick sounds of his hips meeting yours got louder and you started to cry out each time he entered you.

“That’s it, that’s it. Come for me, come right now.” You gasped at his words and then you were lost. Your insides contracted around his cock and he fell forward as your orgasm caused his own. He pressed his hips against yours as his cock kicked inside of you, filling your cunt with his cum.

You drifted a bit, trying to catch your breath and come back down from your orgasm. Copia was laying over you, his weight pressing you into the bed, still inside of you. You shifted your hips a bit and smiled when you heard him hiss. He pulled up and met your eyes, his paint was a mess and oh, his poor uniform. You would have to bribe the sisters that did his laundry to take extra care with it.

Copia leaned up on his elbow and trailed his hand over your stomach. Smiling softly at you as you brought a hand up to cup his cheek. He turned to press a kiss into your palm and then slowly straightened up, groaning a bit. His hands went back to their favored spot at your hips, you were sure there would be bruises there soon.

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when the door to his quarters slammed open. You both jerked your heads toward his open bedroom doorway and froze when you heard Dewdrop’s voice call out.

“Hey Copia, did that sister bring that stuff by Imperator was bitchi-oh for the love of fuck!” Dew froze just inside the bedroom and looked on in horror at the two of you. You moved your hands to cover your breasts and felt your skin flush in embarrassment. But Copia seemed unfazed and just glared at the fire ghoul.

“Dewdrop, how many times have I told you to knock?” Copia started to unbutton the uniform top, pulling it off and thankfully draping it over you. Your hands clutched the fabric and now that you were covered you had to bite your lip to stop from giggling.

“I did knock how many times have I told you to lock your damn door! At least close the fucking bedroom door, I can never unsee this!” Dew was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, his voice getting more and more shrill as he went on.

“Then stop fucking looking! You're embarrassing her!” You hissed when Copia finally slipped out of you as he turned to argue with Dewdrop.

“I’m embarrassing the sister? Are you serious? And you think prancing around in that stupid baseball costume isn’t doing the job?” Copia growled and stormed over to Dew, reaching out to grab him. Dewdrop shrieked and leapt out of the way. “Fucking hell put your dick away!”

You were curled up under the shirt trying to keep yourself covered but clutching your sides laughing. Copia had stopped to shove himself back into his pants and zip them up. Dewdrop meanwhile had begun to pick up the budget paperwork you had dropped everywhere.

“What are you doing, get the fuck out! Forget the paperwork!” Copia finally got a hold of Dew’s shoulders and started to push him forcefully towards the bedroom door. Dew yelped and stumbled under the force of his grip.

As Copia wrestled with him you couldn’t help but admire how good he looked. The black undershirt hugged his shoulders and those love handles that you had always wanted to grab a hold of. His belt was still hanging open, but his pants were snug against his ass and thighs. The black socks were still tugged up to just below his knees. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling your body react to the sight of him.

“Ok! Ok I’m going, you can stop pushing geez I don’t know where those gloves have been.” Copia stopped and let Dewdrop go and he straightened up and brushed his jacket off. Once he seemed satisfied he turned towards both of you and took a small bow. “Alright well, you kids have fun. Please lock the fucking door behind me. And…play ball!”

Copia growled and gave him one final shove, slamming the door shut behind him. You heard the click of the lock and sighed, stretching your limbs out from under the top. You watched as Copia turned and gazed at you, the frustration over Dewdrop’s interruption seemed to have already passed. You could feel yourself blush as his eyes traveled over where your legs were sticking out from under his shirt.

You smiled as he walked back towards you, stopping when he was back where he had been before. His hands gripped your ankles and pulled you back towards the edge, your legs hanging off at the knee. He reached over and gripped his shirt and slowly dragged it off you. You could hear him groan as you were fully exposed to him again.

“Dolcezza, I think we can have a little more fun, yes?” You nodded at him, breath catching when his eyes seemed to be locked between your legs. He licked his lips and settled his hands on your thighs, gripping them tightly as he lowered himself onto his knees between your legs once more.

He looked good down there.

His hands rubbed back and forth along the inside of your thighs, moving closer and closer to you cunt again. You heard him groan as he looked at the mess he had left and your breath caught in anticipation of his mouth on you again.

“Now what did our friend say as he was leaving?” Copia leaned his head against the inside of your thigh and looked up at you. You propped yourself up on your elbows to meet his gaze better and bit your lip trying to remember what Dew had said. Your thoughts were interrupted when Copia slid his tongue back into your cunt, slicking it around your entrance again. Lucifer, how were you supposed to think when he was doing that?

You yelped when you felt his teeth nip at the inside of your thigh and you frowned down at him. Oh now you remembered. You snorted and fell back against the bed, covering your face with your hands. Copia was such a dork, but oh you loved him so much. You collected yourself and leaned up on your elbows again, looking at him fondly. The smile he gave you was brilliant and beautiful so you could only smile back and give him the answer he was looking for.

“Play ball.”

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dewsgremlin · 8 months ago

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*Rain walking into a meeting with sister Imperator and some other important members of the clergy*

Rain: "Oh shit, I almost forgot my attitude!"

*leaving the room and coming back with Dewdrop*

#the band ghost #nameless ghoul #ghoul hcs #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #cardinal copia #sister imperator #clery #ghost bc #raindrop #rain x dewdrop #dewdrop is his attitude #attitude era #trend #incorrect quotes

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nihildenial · 2 months ago

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Site Masterlist and Intro

Welcome to my tumblr! Hi everyone! I'm Tatoo (they/them), and i'm 24 years old. My bestfriend, Steamyearlgray got me into Ghost around the release of Impera and i've been hooked ever since. This will be continuously updated with both my art and fics!

My favorite Ghost things are analyzing lore and the actual satanic theology TF weaves into gherch and canon media. I'm a huge ao3 writer and a big supporter of all ships, even if i personally don't like them! I'm also a practicing Luciferian and study the occult in my free time.

My favorite bands are most definitely Fall Out Boy, Muse, Sleep Token, Chappell Roan, and Green Day. I'm a classically trained violinist so I also listen a lot of classical and romantic orchestral music.

FIC MASTERLIST

my ao3 profile has all of them but the drabbles i also post on tumblr!

On Tumblr:

Beggin' On Your Knees: Phantom x Dewdrop x Aether

On the Nose: Special Ghoul & Copia's Rats

Tender is the Bite: Dracopia x F!Reader

Per Aspera Ad Influenza: Papa Emeritus IV x Dewdrop x Swiss

Collared Papacy: Young!Papa Nihil x Young!Sister Imperator

Maiden Voyage: Papa Terzo Emeritus III & Era II/III Ghouls

Hall-o-Ghouls: Papa Emeritus IV & Aurora & Phantom

Fifty Shades of Pink: Papa Terzo Emeritus III x Omega

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cor-obscenum · 8 months ago

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Fanfiction masterlist

I'm a nameless Sister of Sin who just loves the human heart and the way it expresses emotions when words can't... So I write fanfiction about the many inhabitants of the Ministry and the little jewels that beat inside their chests.

Minors, please do not interact, for your own good. Yes, I know not all of my fics are 18+, but be aware that this is a kink blog intended for adults.

Solo Ascolta il Mio Cuore

Pairing: any Papa Emeritus x GN reader

Summary: noticing you've had a bad day, Papa comforts you the best way he knows.

Contents: SFW, hurt/comfort, cuddling, ear stething

Behind the Grucifix | Part 1 | Part 2 |

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x GN reader

Summary: you and the Cardinal want to have some fun, but it's hard to do it in the hallways of the Ministry. Maybe if you go somewhere more private...

Contents: NSFW, making out, ear stething, body worship (M receiving), massages, oral sex (M receiving)

The Kiss of Life

Pairing: Papa III x GN reader

Summary: grieving the death of your beloved Papa, you decide on a desperate measure: you will try to resuscitate him. But will it work?

Contents: SFW, magic rituals, a little angst, cardiopulmonary resuscitation, stething

A Man's Heart

Pairing: Papa IV x GN reader

Summary: Copia has accepted that his life is going to end soon. But you are struggling to accept it.

Contents: SFW, mention of character death, angst, hurt/comfort, ear stething

Your Hand Against Mine

Pairing: Swiss x Dewdrop

Summary: Swiss and Dew have feelings for each other, but don't know how to confess them. Until one night, when Swiss notices something interesting about the guitarist.

Contents: SFW, friends to lovers, hand kink, feeling heartbeats

Breathe With Me

Pairing: Papa III x male reader

Summary: noticing you're having a panic attack, Terzo comforts you the way you love to be comforted.

Contents: SFW, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, hugging, ear stething

You can always reach me

Pairing: Frater Imperator x GN reader

Summary: you admit it, you have a problem: you push people away when you feel like they're abandoning you. But then you miss them.

Contents: SFW, hurt/comfort, abandonment issues, Copia being a romantic charmer

There will be no tenderness

Pairing: Swiss x Aurora

Summary: Swiss wants to try something different in the bedroom with Aurora. More specifically, he wants her to torture his heart.

Contents: NSFW, dark cardiophilia, femdom Aurora, latex kink, medical kink, stething, quintessence use, heart arrhythmias

I'll violate you (in the most sensual way)

Pairing: Terzo x reader

Summary: you're a virgin, he's experienced. You're just a Sibling of Sin, he's Papa. And both of you are EAGER to open your arms and drown in lust.

Contents: NSFW, smut, loss of virginity, nipple play, body worship (mutual), oral sex (reader receiving), PIV sex, aftercare, pillow talk, love confessions, ear stething

Dirty little secret

Pairing: Dewdrop x Rain

Summary: Dew finds Rain's stethoscope on his suitcase. Rain freaks out.

Contents: SFW, stething, platonic stething

John 13:23

Pairing: Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt x Mildred Gunning

Summary: The world is ending - at least in Crockett Island. But Mildred wants answers, and she decides to confront the man she's once loved.

Contents: SFW, rated T, fluff and angst, Biblical history, cuddling, ear stething

Gluttony

Pairing : Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt x reader

Summary: you pay a visit to your beloved priest after he goes out hunting only to find out he has... Overindulged. You decide to help with that.

Contents: NSFW, smut, belly kink, feeding kink, belly rubs, oral sex (M receiving), hand jobs, ear stething

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years ago

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Just Witchy Stuff (Nameless Poly!Ghouls x OC) Part 4

AN: Ollie is an old OC of mine based on a lot of myself that shows a glimpse of the writer behind the writings :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

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Part 3

[With Mountain]

He worried he wouldn't make it in time. Ollie hadn't given Mountain instructions on where to find Moss. Only that she was needed for 'the mirror' and that Moss knew what that meant. But from his previous interactions with the Fae she had mentioned she enjoyed most of her time at the antique store that she worked at. But would she be there? It was awful late and Mountain knew little of the habits of non-hellish creatures besides humans.

The streets were empty and the cool air chilled the sweat that clung to his black shirt cooling him off but making him feel icky at the same time as it stuck to his skin - it was fine though. His packmate was in danger to himself and to others...and he would never forgive himself if he took too long to find the fae; to return with her only to find Ollie dead.

The very idea stung his heart more than he cared to admit. He refused to find anything but admiration for the witch but he could not deny deep down that perhaps the admiration was something more than it seemed. Her knowledge of herbology intrigued him and he wanted to see another day that he could drag her away from her store to show her all the wonders of the garden he kept pristine and flourishing in Primo's garden back at the Abbey.

His packmates too felt the pull that little witch seemed to not realize was so evident among them. Was it her magic that called to them, her beauty, or maybe the depth of the mystery of boundless knowledge that swam in her gaze? He was afraid to find out. He was more afraid of not having the chance to find out.

So he searched; racing with an inhuman speed he did not use often towards the old-looking window store a block away from Ollie's shop. The windows were dark and the door was locked with the 'closed' sign displayed on the window of the door. He should have figured out as much since it was so early in the morning. Did the Fae live here like Ollie lived in her store or did she live elsewhere? Should he find a way in and find out?

He paced around the shop trying to find a window or a door he could get through. There was a back door but it was locked tight and beside the front window there were no other windows to go through. He was stumped and his tail lashed in frustration. He normally never lost his cool - always prided himself on being the calmest and most rational of his pack mates but this was an emergency. He didn't have the luxury of time!

"Mountain? What a surprise." a light voice spoke up from behind him and he spun feeling his hackles raise.

He was greeted with the smaller form of the fae he had been searching for; her attire was casual in a pretty floor-length floral dress, cardigan, and flats despite the chill of October - the weather seemed to not affect her in the least as it idly picked up a few strays of her pale purple locks to float in front of her far too green eyes.

"Moss." he forced his body to relax from its position of guard but he still felt the tension in his shoulders as he tipped his head at her in greetings.

Moss tilted her head back at him as she watched him curiously. "What is it? What is the matter?" she asked softly in the same proper and polite voice he had come to associate with her regal demeanor despite her down to earth girl look she was giving off at first glance.

She was too sweet. Too kind. Too oblivious to what chaos he had seen not hours before; or perhaps she wasn't. What did he know about the Faes anyway? Nothing but if she was friends with the chaotic witch then she must not be as innocent as she portrays herself to be. Still, Mountain had come on a mission and he would not fail Ollie.

"There's no real time to explain. Ollie needs the mirror." he stated firmly.

At the mention of the mirror her brows furrowed and her posture changed; there was a tension about her now - a seriousness as she registered his words.

"How bad are we talking?"

Mountain grunted and looked back at her shop. "Ollie's in trouble. Dewdrop's in trouble. She asked for the mirror and for Evangeline."

This seemed to spur her into motion as she gave a curt nod and pulled out her keys swiftly from her purse. "I was afraid of that. It is not often she needs us. But when she does; it's bad. Come. The mirror is inside. Have you found Evangaline yet?" she asked as she unlocked the door and swiftly entered.

Unlike Ollie's shop, the antique store was filled to the brim with all sorts of items. From old trinkets to furniture. Old dolls and vases. Shelves of old dusty books and things that any other normal person would have thought were junk. But Moss knew her way around the store like it was the back of her hand. Allowing him entry after her as she swept through on quick feet towards the back of the store to the register where she snuck behind and knelt to open a cabinet with another key that hung from her neck.

"Rain went to go find her." Mountain finally said as he peered over the countertop to watch as the Fae unlocked the cabinet and withdrew a wooden chest.

But instead of using another key to open the chest she withdrew the brooch that she had pinned into her hair and unclasped it until the needle point was pulled from its clasp. She pricked her finger until a drop of blood gathered at the tip which she then pressed against the emblem that should have held a keyhole. It opened after a few seconds and from within she grasped an ordinary-looking hand mirror. It was gold but the polish was chipping away and the mirror was cracked. It was old - much older than anything else in this store by the looks of it.

She rose and placed it in her bag instead of giving it to him. At Mountain's disgruntled noise of confusion, she faced him with a firm expression on her face.

"This item is far too precious to allow in just anyone's hands, I'm afraid. I'm coming with you."

The tall ghoul shook his head quickly. "Too dangerous."

Moss placed a hand on her hip and took a step forward. "That wasn't a question Mountain. If Ollie is asking for her items that means she also needs us. She can't do this without us and knowing her....if she's asking for her artifacts...she's not strong enough to banish this threat alone."

She brushed past him quickly and headed for the door. "Come on! We don't have much time."

[With Rain]

How do you find someone who you never met before? Any normal person wouldn't be able to without some serious help. But Rain had a name and a location; that was good enough for him. His only concern was the fact that it was so early in the morning. The sky was starting to lighten with the coming sun and that meant people would be on the streets soon. He had to get to this Pixie quickly for Ollie's sake.

But was it for Ollie's sake or for Dew's? Both were in danger right now. Whatever creature Papa had summoned was dangerous. More than just some mishap mistake of summoning the wrong kind of demon. Whatever this Vinashesk creature was it was not something Rain had ever heard of. Not even when he was down in hell himself. This supernatural demon was dangerous and it was something Ollie feared.

He did not know much about the human witch but he had seen the way his packmates reacted to her presence; how Mountain seemed instantly intrigued by her, how Swiss couldn't seem to take his gaze from her - how Aether seemed overly protective of the area she was in...how Dewdrop seemed to study her in a way the water ghoul hadn't seen him interested in another thing; except maybe his guitar. He had felt it too even when he hadn't interacted with her much. She had a certain calm energy among the chaoticness of her aura that reminded him of a safe place. A form of light in her that came with knowledge and unknown mystery that his curious personality could not quite detach himself from. She had done so much to help them already...to help Dewdrop that he wouldn't allow himself the thought that he could lose her. He wanted to get to know her better and see what kind of stories she had to tell.

And so he searched. He followed the path back toward Ollie's shop. Catching a scent of Mountain on the way as well along the floral he'd come to recognize as Moss - Ollie's friend they had briefly met. But he passed the shops and went further still until he stopped at the sign that read 'Pixie's Reads.'

A cute name befitting the pixie herself no doubt. But the bookstore was closed; obviously and he didn't know if he should look around. Feeling jittery and lost he scanned the front of the building. It looked old - well-aged with time but well-loved if the decor had anything to say about it. But there was a light in the interior he could make out in the windows up front so he knocked on the wooden door. Well, actually he banged more like it. Scared that he was wasting precious time and not willing to risk time he did not have.

He banged once and when there was no answer he banged again, and then again for good measure. Inwardly begging that the aforementioned Pixie was inside the book store. When he was beginning to panic thinking perhaps it was just a light left on before she had gone home that night the door unlocked and swung open.

Rain was stunned for a moment as he stared down at the figure standing in the doorway. She was small, smaller than even Dew with warm bronzed skin and big doe-like brown eyes peeking up at him from under thick lashes. Not black...but green. Frosty green fucking lashes that matched the pretty green of her hair and peaking from the thick waves of her hair were two pointed elf ears that had little flower earrings dangling from the tips. Her button nose speckled with snowy white freckles like the backside of a baby fawn wrinkled up a bit as she pouted with full lips while she assessed the masked figure on her doorstep.

"Well, sugar, I'm sorry but I think you got Halloween night a few days early." her voice was a gentle southern drawl as she cocked a hip against the doorframe and clasped her dainty hands together in front of her.

"Are yer lost?"

Rain blinked and shook his head quickly before clearing his throat trying to find his voice. She was too cute and sweet that it literally caught him off guard for a moment.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Evangline. But Ollie sent me...she's in trouble and she needs her black grimoire."

This big brown doe eyes widened impossibly bigger and her lips parted in surprise before they suddenly narrowed and she squinted up at him.

"How do I know yer aint tryin' fool me?" she demanded placing her hands on her hips like a scolding mother. "Aint nobody supposed to know about her grimoire now."

Rain fidgeted with his hands. "We don't have much time. Please. I can explain on the way! But she's in danger...my packmate is in danger and Ollie needs her grimoire!"

Evangeline huffed and crossed her arms. "That's all yah got, honey? Please, do yah know how many demons come knocking on my door asking for a witch's artifact pretending they need it for good?! Aint nobody trusts a demon who claims to be up to good."

Rain blew out a breath and he slammed his hands against either side of the doorframe - his body bent looming over the tiny creature in front of him as he bore down at her with his silvery baby blues from behind his mask.

"Please!" Rain sighed hanging his head. "She needs it to help with the Vinashesk."

The pixie jolted backward as if that word alone was more scary than his sudden aggressiveness. Her eyes widened like saucers and she shook her head quickly as she clasped a hand to her heart.

"The Vinashesk? What in heaven's name got her tangled up with one of them creatures?!" she demanded breathlessly.

"It's a long story...will you help?"

"Of course I'll help! Ollie is one of my closest friends! No fae creature alive would deny that gurl!" she huffed while spinning on her heel and rushing back into the darkness of her bookshop.

Rain was left hanging at the door peering into the darkness as he watched her scramble for something inside of a locked chest behind the counter. He couldn't see her opening it because her slight frame was in the way but he wasn't left for long as she was quick on her feet to race back to him with a bundle wrapped in a brown cloth clutched tightly in her hands.

"Come on now! Ollie needs us!" the pixie demanded as she ducked beneath his arms and was racing down the street before the demonic creature could even move.

[At the Abbey]

Copia watched anxiously from the window as the sun began to shine. The curtains were still drawn tight though besides the small sliver he had pulled back to watch the corridors beyond. Any light beside a candle made Dew go into an absolute frenzy. But currently, he was calm; well as calm as he could be. According to Swiss and Aether the fire ghoul was currently rocking back and forth in the corner of his room having some sort of internal breakdown as he coped; the room he had trashed to bits in minutes after Ollie had been dragged out of it. The multi-ghoul had to grab Dew's precious instruments before he had a chance to destroy those too and regret it later when he was back to normal.

Copia had returned back to the ghoul den with some food and fresh clothing he'd borrowed from one of the sisters for Ollie to change into when he'd watched as Aether dragged the girl out of the hazard zone and back into the anxious tense atmosphere of the common room where the ghoulettes were currently making the witch as comfortable as they could.

Sunshine had bathed the girl to the best of her abilities in the current state the human was in with some wet towels to clean up the blood and used Mountain's stash of ointments to bind her wounds while Cumuls and Cirrus helped redress her into clothes that were not torn and blooded; making sure she was comfortable in her comatose state. Yes, a comatose state.

According to Aether, Copia had been informed, that Ollie had hashed out a plan to retract her from Dewdrop's clutches and inform him of what had happened. The fresh bite mark on her shoulder was a nasty bit and his only fear was that whatever poison the hellish creature had gotten Dew had poisoned Ollie as well. But there were no signs at all of distress from the knocked-out woman.

"She's going to be alright...won't she, Papa?" Sunshine asked looking up at the man with worried yellow eyes.

"Of course, tesero! Ollie is a strong witch. She has faced worse I'm sure...she knows what she's doing." but did she? Did Copia believe it? He had to for everybody's sake - especially Ollie's.

Sister Imperator had been breathing down his neck wondering what all the fuss was. Wondering what was wrong with the fire ghoul. Their tour was coming up soon and instead of practicing as they should be. One ghoul was out of commission and the others refused to make a replacement so that practice could continue. Even Copia threw the tour out the window in favor of this chaos. If there was one thing Sister Imperator hated it was a change of unwelcoming plans. Of her schedule and expectations being thrown off the rail like a speeding out-of-control train.

"Is Mountain and Rain back yet?" Aether asked looking up from where he sat silently on the couch. Ollie's head resting comfortably on his lap as he eased more of his quintessence into her to keep her stabilized.

"I don't see signs of them yet but I'm sure-"

The door burst open with the mixed scent of the familiar ghouls and two unfamiliar females. Mountain and Rain ushered their respective tasks inside before locking the door behind them.

Moss and Evangaline took in the scene around them with equal parts concern and wariness before their eyes fell on the pale woman lying in a ghoul's lap.

"Oh, sweetheart." Evangeline rushed forward and knelt by the woman's side and took her cold hand. "What have yah gotten yerself into?"

Moss braced herself at the back of the couch staring down at the unusually pale and sunken face of her friend and her features deepened into a frown.

"She isn't going to be much use if she's a husk." she commented receiving a disapproving glare from the pixie on the floor.

"So do something and restore her energy!" she quipped back.

"In a minute." Moss turned her back to them and instead addressed Copia. "I've been informed that you had summoned a Vinashesk, and that it started all of this?" she waved her hands around the room.

"Si si...." Copia looked awkwardly at the floor so that he didn't have the meet the disapproving glare of the Fae staring him down.

"Is it contained?"

"Si...we sent it back already...this is us...it had gotten to one of our ghouls beforehand."

Moss pinched the bridge of her nose. "And do you know what a Vinashesk is?"

a group of silent head shakes all around causing another upheaval of frustration of the Fae as she brushed her hair back from her face and turned to look at everybody else.

"A Vinashesk is an energy feeder. Similar to Banshees. While Banshees don't take victims they do cipher the grief and sadness of those they warn of their or their loved ones impending demise. A Vinashesk is a curropted form of a banshee...They are like..." she waved her hands around trying to find words to describe them when Evangeline piped up.

"They are the residue husk of what a vanquished banshee is. Banshees are spirits you see but even spirits and ghosts are able to be vanquished. They are simply souls who passed tragically unable to move on and eventually become Harolds of mourning and grief. If a banshee is vanquished without fulfilling it's basic human desire that tethers them to the astral plain they decay...and turn into a Vinashesk. Those nasty buggers are energy feeders. They feed off of the auras and energies of any living creature - A witch is...my," the pixie shook her head flustered.

"A witch is the golden ticket to return topside." Moss muttered crossing her arms.

"That's what Dew was doing then? he was feeding off of her magic? But why? He's already a demon." Rain shook his head in confusion.

"Because it's the will of the Vinashesk. They're decaying spirits. Desperate and hungry. Always so hungry. If they do not feed on substantial energy or magic they literally just....fade away and die. Every spirit or soul wants to live and with a vengeful entity like a Vinashesk they want nothing more." Moss explained looking down at Ollie with a troubled look.

The room fell into silence until Aether finally spoke up. "So are you telling us that...Dewdrop is turning into one of them? Because of the poison that thing injected him with?"

"I'm afraid so honey. They use poison they contain in their claws to the bloodstream like spores. Decaying and twisting the mind of its host until there is nothing left but the mind and instinct of a Vinashesk in the body of someone you may have once known ." Evangaline murmured almost apologetically.

"So what do we do? We can't lose Dew...or Ollie." Mountain stated from his position by the door.

"Oh, yah won't lose them, honey. That's why Ollie sent yah for us! She's been around such a long time..she has a trick or two up her sleeve." Evangeline smiled warmly up at the giant before she grabbed the cloth-wrapped book she'd left on the floor upon entry.

"What's that?" Sunshine asked peering over at the bundle.

The pixie unraveled the bundle to reveal an old tattered black leather journal just as Moss grabbed the cracked mirror from her purse.

"These, these are Ollie's secret weapons."

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Part 5 The End

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black-moon-bunny · 2 years ago

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Sugar, Cinnamon and....Sulfur? ( Dewdrop x OC.)

Sister Chloe wanted nothing more than follow the sugary cinnamon scent that came from the kitchen , but as soon as she got there the sulfur made her want to leave.

Warnings: Original Character based on a real person. NSFW , Dewdrop gets jealous, misunderstandings and feelings but just as a mere try to give this nasty thing some plot. Dom Dewdrop, Main Character is a brat. Knotting, marking, scenting, dumbification, pet names, spanking, a bit of degradation. +18 Minors DNI

Author's Note : Hello! Well, while I'm still working on the fifth chapter of the fic I decided to take a small break and write something for someone who has been my stone in moments of hardship, specially this last couple of months. She is my functioning brain cell, my boobaby, my dearest friend. So I wrote this for her, because she loves Dewdrop, or as we call it "Little Chaos Gremlin" @hauntedboobees This is for you my sweet girl 💕 I love you 💕

As the small lights of her bedroom shined, the smell of cinnamon and sugar invited her to the kitchen, her room was not far away from it, but it was already pass the curfew and if she was caught outside her room she could have troubles with Sister Imperator, and to be honest for her the old lady was like a mother figure at this point, she was just learning how to live outside the awful walls of her strict moral catholic town when she moved into the church. Sister Imperator took her in under her wing as soon as she arrived, in her own words "You are too naive in some aspects for being alone in here, they are going to eat you alive, but you have something that I appreciate, you are curious and willing to learn ...So I will take care of you". So, how could she fail? Nevertheless, she felt her tummy rumbling, she really wanted some cookies, but who could possibly be making cookies at this hour? She was almost sure that they left them cool for tomorrow's breakfast, so she could easily sneak and steal a couple, and a warm cup of milk.

She got up and put on her fluffy black robe to cover her almost naked body (She used to hang out in her room just in her underwear) and her black goat slippers , a gift from her roommate who was working till late with Papa (or at least trying to work.) She left a note on her bed in case she came and didn't find her "Val, I'm going to sneak into the kitchen I'm starving, love Chloe". She left her room and walked with care of not making any noise, she went into the kitchen from the back entrance, sneaking carefully.

"Hey, drop it Swiss, no one is going to eat cookies until they are all done. Dewdrop stop it, don't try to bake them in your mouth you idiot" She jumped scared when she heard the woman's voice scolding the Ghouls. She hid on a corner but the smell was making her stomach go crazy and make noises. She lifted her chin trying to get a better look, she saw Cirrus, Swiss and Dewdrop waiting next to the oven, they were unmasked. She felt even guiltier; the siblings were not supposed to see the ghouls without their masks, she was going to get in so much trouble. She decided that she was going to leave before being caught, but as she turned around to leave she collided with a hard but somewhat fluffy surface. She looked upwards and there it was, the quintessence ghoul. One of the biggest of the den, unmasked and looking right at her. She got paralyzed, her legs trembled for a moment and her voice got trapped in her throat.

"We got a little hungry mice" Aether walked next to her and smiled. He seemed so big, but at the same time he was so gentle, she got tense and began to give explanations in a hurried and messy way.

" I'm so sorry! I just smelled the cookies, and I'm a bit hungry and I didn't knew that they were yours and I swear that I'm not going to say anything about your unmasked faces ! " She tried to apologize as quickly as possible, the last thing she wanted was to make them upset.

" No no don't worry" Cirrus smiled and got close to her, she had already seen her before around the abbey. For what she knew, Sister Chloe was really close to the new assistant of Papa, and she was on the list of the sisters that will follow the tour as technical assistance and support for the ghouls.

" I'm so sorry...I'm just going back to my room if you excuse me." She was about to leave when Cirrus' hand stopped her gently, she looked at her and the ghoulette was smiling softly, reassuring her that it was okay to stay with them.

"The batch it's almost ready, you came all the way here for them, sit with us don't worry. Here, sit next to Dew" Cirrus moved the chair next to the fire ghoul. His eyes darted towards her, up and down. A slight almost imperceptible blush in his cheeks and his tail moving fast underneath him were the only signs of how uncomfortable he felt with the whole situation.

For her it was the same, Dewdrop, fucking dewdrop. They knew each other , they worked together on some projects in the music salon thanks to her best friend who recommended her. It didn't turn out great, they were working through a sexual tension so thick that even Papa noticed, but it never happened because the ghoul got easily distracted with another sister. So when they stopped working together he never reached out and neither did she.

"Haven't seen you in a long time, sweets....You missed me?" He smiled, licking his fangs, trying to play it cool. For him, Chloe was the only girl that had rejected him. Something between the two felt sketchy, and the rest of the den was aware of it.

"....Shut up Dewdrop. Thank you Cirrus for inviting me.

" Oh, I wanted to mingle, after all, you are going to travel with us for the tour, aren't you? Sister Val suggested you, you are already on the list

"Oh right, I forgot" No, she didn't forget, she didn't even knew, she talked about maybe doing it with val but she assured her that she didn't want to because she knew that she was going to be crazy around Dewdrop.

" You are going to join us? As fun or what?

" None of your business Dewdrop" Cirrus replied smiling looking at her " So, sister Chloe, you are going to travel with us. How do you feel about it? Are you excited?

" Actually, I am. I wanted to get to know your work better and also, it's traveling! ...Val was pretty amazing for suggesting me for the job. "She bit the inside of her cheek a bit in an attempt to not laugh about the blatant lie.

" Your friend is getting really long work hours lately, she goes back to your room in a wheelchair or what?" Swiss joked and served her a hot cocoa cup" Here, it's cold and you are..."He looked up and down at her with a mischievous flirty smile" Well, you are perfect like that, pretty bra by the way, love the embroidery.

She didn't notice that her fluffy robe opened a little, showing some of her bra. She got red and tried to cover herself. Dewdrop scoffed and looked at swiss in an almost scolding way

" Thank you for...for...the cocoa. " she tried to reply without stuttering but her nervous demeanor betrayed her.

" It's nothing, don't be nervous, we don't bite, or at least we try not to. " Swiss went to sit in front of her, taking his cup and giving it a sip." Sooo, you are going to travel with us? How fun, are you going to be our personal assistant?

"Personal assistant? More like a babysitter " She laughed at the fake offended look on Swiss face.

" Well if you want to feed me and bathe me..." He winked at her and laughed when he saw her face turning red. Dewdrop scoffed again and his tail wrapped on his own leg squeezing angry. She looked at him without saying anything but she could see that Dewdrop was annoyed by her presence

"Well, I could do that if you need it, but no, I'm not your assistant on this tour. According to Val, " Or at least what they had talked about the possibility of her traveling with the ghouls. I'm going to be tech assistance, like taking care of your clothes and making sure that everything works and it's taken care of.

"Oh, but you don't have an idea about how badly I need to be taken care of, Sister Chloe." Swiss made puppy eyes at her and she laughed again, Dewdrop let go of his leg , scoffed once more and got up leaving the kitchen and taking some cookies with him. Aether looked at Swiss with a smirk, he knew what type of game was playing. They all knew about Dewdrop and Sister Chloe thing last year during the music saloon project, dewdrop never stopped talking about how she rejected him and how he was so pissed because he tried to get to her during the whole project. The ghoulettes knew most about the whole story and how Chloe's rejection was all about a miscommunication issue more than blatant rejection from her part, and that dewdrop decided to make her jealous but all of that backfired, all what they learned through Cirrus ravens.

She just stayed there, eating cookies and feeling the cinnamon and sugar explode in her mouth. She felt so good after just a couple of them. She finished her cup and thanked them. Cirrus asked if she was too busy tomorrow to have lunch with them and to present her to the rest of the Den and she answered positively, after some minutes she felt a bit sleepy and decided to leave.

"I'm going back to my room before I get caught, thank you for the cookies and the cocoa...I hope that we are able to get along while working"

"Oh sister, we are sure that we are going to get along just great, right guys?" Aether smiled and guided her to the other door after everyone said their goodbye's.

As she was walking to her room she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched from behind. She tried to walk faster but when she got to her door someone dropped in front of her from the ceiling. She was about to yell for help but the red eyes that she already knew stopped her.

" What the fuck is wrong with you dewdrop! You could have killed me from a fucking heart attack"

"Stop yelling or you are going to wake the whole den up...If you want to yell, inside your room, now." He opened the door and pushed her softly inside, closing the door behind him. He handed her a small paper bag with some cookies inside. " I just thought that you would want more cookies. Not that I care, but I love making cirrus mad. She is going to be pissed when she realizes that I stole from her..."He tried to give excuses and change the subject of their conversation, he saw how mad she was.

"Who gave you permission to enter my room! I don't care about the cookies! " She tried to push him slightly towards the door, she couldn't believe that he had the nerve to get in her room, and keep bothering her.

"Oh but if it was Swiss you wouldn't have a problem wouldn't you? You are going after him now? He seemed really comfortable around you..." Dewdrop let his obvious jealousy pour from his words, turning to face her, he got closer and seemed almost intimidating. He knew he had no right but really, Swiss? With her!? He was much better than him, and he saw her first! And she was more important for him than what she would be for Swiss, he was sure of that.

"What? Even if it is, it would be none of your business. You haven't talked to me in almost a year and you now expect something from me? Besides, really fuckin bad excuse to come here you know?

" Well, if someone hadn't rejected me, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation!

"What!? I did not! You never told me anything not even a fucking sign! And then you were after another sister weren't you? If you didn't like me you should have told me that at least to stop playing dumb around you!

" Don't play the victim you rejected me first!

"Fucking when! Dewdrop fucking when!

" We were alone playing something on the guitars that omega left in the music room and I tried to get closer to you and you moved my hand away when I tried to grab your thigh and then just left! You didn't even talk to me for a couple of days and then acted like nothing! Oh and then you stopped talking to me! " They were both screaming, pretty sure that even with the thick walls of the abbey someone already heard them, but the anger and unresolved feelings were bigger.

"That was not rejection you big piece of shit! I know that you are used to have girls throw at your feet and shit, but I was nervous ok? I feel like it was too much for me. Do you even know how anxious you can make me? That day I spent the whole day trying to get the nerve to talk to you! I was raised in the most obnoxious religious closeted city of my country! I don't know how to react to those things! I'm not a fucking prude but damn it was harder for me! I was not rejecting you! But clearly for you it was too much huh? Because the amazing fire ghoul has every fucking lady at his feet!

"...wait...what!? You were not rejecting me then? " Dewdrop felt stupid, and he hated feeling stupid so much that it made him angry, but not towards her, towards him for not realizing that sooner.

" I did not...and then I saw you with those sisters and realized that you were just messing with me and that you didn't care. So I just stopped talking to you.

" I just did that because I wanted you to do something... I don't know, get jealous or something! At least a filthy look but you just disappeared...

" Well, I was...now leave my room for fucks sake. It's late and I have to sleep. " She was about to open the door when dew got closer to her. She felt all of her feelings trapped in her chest blooming out, her fucking heart betraying her and almost running out of her chest. Her red cheeks brighting with that mixture between anger, sadness and shame, some tears forming in the corner of her eyes. The bottled feelings looking for a way out in the worst moment. " Dewdrop please just leave..."

" No. All of this was a huge fucking misunderstanding! And I've been waiting the whole year to do this. "He grabbed her from her waist and pulled her away slowly from the door. His long hair shined under the soft light of the lamp and it seemed like melted rose gold on his shoulders. She felt stunned for a moment. Slowly he moved one of his hands toward her face and made her look at him." Chloe, you are a total pain in my ass. But I like you, and yeah I'm a shithead, and yeah I wasn't thinking and I fucked up but please, please, please... can we fucking make out already? I have blue balls sweetheart...

She tried to contain her laugh and stay angry at him, but she wanted so badly to feel his hands on her body and laugh at his silly awful jokes that she just let it go. She laughed and ease her tensed body, she couldn't resist how dumb he was, and how even when he was apologizing he could fuck shit up. He got the opportunity to take her in his arms and cut the distance between them, capturing her lips between his. She at first tried to push him a bit, the overwhelming heat of his hands, lips and tongue, the sensation of the forbidden slipping through her fingers. Dewdrop grabbed her from the waist, lifting her and dropping her on top on the soft mattress of her bed. They kept kissing, she felt that the air was heavier, that the warmth from his body could easily melt her and left nothing but a wet patch on the bed. His hands cupped her hips and moved slowly upwards, she broke the kiss and got seated on top of him, trying to recover some air. The fire ghoul took the opportunity to mess a but more with her, and with his own pride.

" Mgnh...Why were you flirting with Swiss? ...I'm so much better than him. " He grabbed her waist, she wasted no time and tried to unbutton his shirt. He laughed" So eager...

"Been a fucking year..." She choked a moan when he grabbed her hips and pushed against her" Mng...fuck dewdrop, why so pissed about swiss?

" You waited for me or something? Tell me...nobody has touched you huh?..."he didn't answer, he was not going to tell her that he felt specially jealous of the multi ghoul because he knew that Swiss could easily crawl under her skin, and he was not going to lose his chance, not again.

"Mngh...just a few things with some siblings, nothing serious.

"Oh yeah? Mnnh...not anymore..." He ripped her robe out of her body, looking with delight at the pale skin above him. He traced with his claws her sides up to her chest, he looked at the cute piece of lingerie that hung over them. He passed a claw under it looking at her with a devilish grin.

"Don't you dare! They are new! Dewdrop I'm warning you "

"Mnnh...fuck you, I will buy you more..." He ripped them from the middle and licked his fangs as soon as he saw the rosy pale skin of her breasts. He placed one hand on her back and moved her until he was on top, sliding between her legs and placing wet kisses on her soft skin. Her freckles were so cute, maybe after he could spend the night kissing them. After he makes sure that she will only scream his name. He was jealous and possessive of what mattered to him, she mattered, enough to keep him away from others a whole year ( the den doesn't count, they cannot physically resist each other). As soon as he began to place kisses on her skin she whimpered, moving her hips against his looking for some friction, he growled at her ear and gave small bites around her neck going down slowly to her breasts , his half unbuttoned shirt was bothering him so he ripped it of his body, she moaned at the mere sight of his exposed skin, he saw how her eyes were fixed on his nipple piercings.

"Do you like what you see sweets?..."He laughed a bit and moved one of his hands to her breast, squeezing a bit and playing with one of her nipples. " Mnnn...how sensitive you are, look at this cute thing.." He lowered his kisses down to her chest, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth while his free hand played with the other. Her scent was so sweet, her body felt so soft and warm underneath him, he kept sucking and licking like a starved man, he used his tail to slide her underwear down, then it went softly over her exposed core in up and down strokes, focusing on her clit giving it soft strokes and some slaps with the spade of his tail , she was a moaning mess underneath him and he could swear that he could come just hearing her moan.

"Mngh... dewdrop...V-Val it's going to arrive at any...Ah! Fuck ..mngh...any moment..." She tried to move a bit away from him but he just chased her down to the end of her bed again and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. Supporting her hips with both of his hands.

" Mngh...don't say that when you are leaking heavily, look at this..." He wasted no time, not even for her to catch her breath and started to eat her out, slowly savoring her sweet and a bit acidic flavor. His forked tongue worked over her entrance and clit with dexterity, earning the sweetest moans from her. "Sister Val will have to wait outside, I'm not leaving this room until you get completely dumb fucked by me... alright? " He licked some drops that fell from his chin before continuing his work. She tasted like the most marvelous sin, like the oasis in the middle of a desert for a dehydrated man. Her moans were driving him nuts, he felt the tightness in his pants, his already hard leaking dick making a wet spot in his underwear, he pushed his hips towards nothing in a lame attempt to calm himself, he wanted her to enjoy as much as she could before even thinking about his own release.

"Mngh dew....Dew please it's too much...ah!

"Mmngh...not enough if you can still talk.." He smirked and kept going, he was strong enough to lift her with just one hand, so he gave her back support with one hand and with the other he began to tease her entrance while licking her clit. The rough texture of his tongue made her feel like she was about to climax at any moment, the stimulation was something that she had never felt in her life, she felt how her insides clenched to nothing waiting for one of his fingers to enter, he was having a wonderful time teasing her, her needy moans were a clear sign that she needed more of him, but he was going to let her wait a bit. He slid one finger slowly, retracting his claws so he couldn't hurt her, he went all in and stayed there for a moment, curving his finger slowly upward looking for that spongy patch, he added a second one once she was adjusted.

"Mmngh! Mmngh...d-dew...dewdrop mngn! Ah..m-more..." He began to thrust his fingers faster at her demand while sucking her sensitive bud at a steady pace. Her hips moved trying to escape for the overwhelming pleasure, she couldn't believe it, her mind was already flooded by pleasure and it was just his fingers and mouth. His tail went over her breasts giving them somewhat hard slaps over her nipples and exposed skin, he felt how she clenched to his fingers tightly at the stimulation on her chest. He moved his tongue faster while adding a third finger stretching her even more, she curved her back upwards and moved her hips trying to get more of him, desperately chasing her orgasm.

" Dewdrop! Fucking hell! Keep...ah! There...mgnh! Right there dewdrop please..."

"Mmngh so cute when you ask nicely...''He let out a laugh that sounded more like a growl, his eyes glowing in a mixture between red and orange, full of desire. He kept pumping his fingers into her and sucking her clit, his tail went around her waist and made pressure on her lower stomach, that was the final straw. Her hips jerked off his grip for a moment and her insides melted, she squirted on his face shamelessly, her high pitched moan and the way that her hands gripped to the sides of her bed in a lame attempt to stop her from floating away in the pleasure, the small attempt to keep herself in this reality and not descend down to hell blinded by her own pleasure. As dewdrop helped her to ride the last waves of her orgasm he dropped her slowly on the bed, taking out his fingers and smiling at her disheveled look. He crawled on top of her and caressed her cheek softly, with care trying to bring her back to reality.

"Such a good girl for me, that felt good?..."He kissed her and brushed some of her hair out of her face. " Sure it does...look at you. So dumb and it was just my fingers...Tell me, do you want more?..

"mnhm...mnhm..."She tried to answer but the words simply didn't come out. His soft touches and warmness were so relaxing, her body was still under the control of pure pleasure but she craved more.

"Words Chloe, use them..." He gave kisses beneath her ear, slowly going down to her neck, and as he kissed the soft skin he gave small bites, he wanted her to look at them and remember who did that to her, and to show off.

"I...I want more..."

" More what?..."He gave her a hard bite on her shoulder, not enough to make her bleed but enough to leave a huge mark. " be specific, or I'm not going to do anything...What do you want from me Chloe?

"Mmngh..I can't...ah! Dewdrop please...

" Let me help you then..." He got off her, and took his pants off slowly, showing off. He ended up just in his black tight boxers, looking at her. " You want this? "He grabbed his dick over his underwear, slowly massaging the hard surface. " Mmngh...look at the mess you made already, I'm leaking as hard as you...Tell me Chloe, do you want my dick inside of you? You want me to fuck you little brat? "His almost mocking voice tone, the way he was touching himself over his underwear without showing her anything else, teasing her even in that blissed out state was driving her mad.

"Deeeeew...stop...just fuck me already...

" Say it nicely..." his tail slapped her thighs hard, leaving marks a couple of times. " or I'm not doing it...

" Mgnh! Ah! Fuck you dewdrop!" She snared with her bratty attitude, she could be fucked out, but she was not going down with out a bit of fight.

" Oh Chloe...you were being such a good girl...''He got his belt and looked at her with a full devil look. " But you had to be a fucking bitch at the worst moment hadn't you?..."He grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks a bit making her pout" I'm going to teach that sassy mouth of you some manners..."The way in which her eyes glimmered after he told her that almost made him laugh with delight, she indeed was his good girl. And he was going to make sure that he was his and only his from now on. "I was going to fuck you, but I believe that first you need to remind your place little brat, I'm going to fuck the attitude out of your mouth you filthy sister of pure fuckin sin. You are not going to be able to even look at the eyes of Papa without blushing and feel my dick inside of you, because you know, papa plays dumb, but he knows everything. I'm going to personally tell him about how I fucked the brat out of you Sister Chloe... " He got his belt around her hands restraining her, he used his shirt to blind fold her, she tried to fight and argue but he couldn't care less. She was enjoying that as much as him, and they both knew that that night was going to be a long one. After that, he took her and put her over his lap face down and ass up. " Start counting, if you reach ten without messing it up, you are going to get a reward...if you mess up, you start from one again...

"D-Dewdrop...what are...Oh fuck! " She squirmed above him as soon as the first slap on her ass came.

"You are not counting Chloe..."His hard dick was pressing against her stomach underneath the fabric of his underwear, twitching as she moved. He slapped again.

"O-On..One!...

"Good girl..." He slapped again smiling.

"Tw-Tw-Two!

" See...it wasn't that hard wasn't it? Keep going..." He kept spanking and she kept repeating, until she reached seven. That's when his tail went above her clit and slided inside her with ease, at the same time that he slapped

"Mngh! Fucking..ah!...bastard...ahnmng... D-Dewdrop"

"Oh sweetheart, you were almost there....what happened? ....start over, now. "He slapped again, his hands already marked on her red skin. He could feel on his tail how much she was squeezing and how wet she was already.

"No, Please dew...P-Please!...

" Mnn...let me think about it..."He caressed the reddened skin, while his tail kept thrusting into her. " Mnnn...I'm feeling very generous today, I will let you go but with one condition. I'm going to teach your mouth how to behave, no touching tho, and if you bite me I will cry. "He joked while letting her hands loose, he kissed her wrist softly to soothe the red marks that his belt left and took the blindfold off.

"You did a good job, but you don't deserve much praise right now. That nasty mouth of yours is bothering me, so we are going to do something about that, right sweets?"

He took his underwear and his hard leaking cock hit her lower abdomen as he got closer to her " Kneel Sweets." He dropped a pillow to the floor so her knees were comfortable, just a little detail. " Come on, earn your reward little kitten.

She smiled, in her mind all that was in front of her was the devilish gates to hell, he was pure sin, a fucking ghoul, with a textured dick and a lot of stamina. He even had a dick piercing! The little shiny ball glistened under the lights of her room. She kneeled somewhat ungracefully, her legs could barely stop wobbling. He smiled and looked directly at her eyes, drowning on the sight of her naked body kneeled in front of him, with that completely lustful stare, almost drooling waiting for him. He lifted up her chin and grazed the tip of his dick over her lips, letting drops of pre cum glaze them, she opened her mouth and stick out her tongue licking softly the drops that slided down his tip, he slided in slowly groaning at the warm feeling of her mouth, he let her guide the pace, he could be a fucker but he wanted to let her feeling as comfortable as she could. She began to move her head and suck on him, his gasps and moans were so hot, she felt the itch inside of her, she couldn't wait to have him inside of her. She kept bobbing her head up and down his length, he said no touching so she was trying her hardest to keep her hands quiet on her thighs. Waiting for him to give her some liberty.

"Mngg Ah! Ch-Chloe....fuck, you do have a sinful mouth Mnhh keep going, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth..."He took out his dick and rubbed it against her cheeks, giving soft slaps with it to her face , his almost mocking grin while he was doing it and his rosy cheeks were a marvelous sight for her, she stuck out her tongue again, and he slided inside her mouth a couple of times more before pulling out. He didn't care for the punishment, the pure look of lust in her face, the strains of saliva going down her chin to her breast that glistened with a coat of her saliva and his pre cum were driving the last self control that he had. He grabbed her nipples and positioned himself between his breast, pushing between them, her soft skin felt amazing. She lowered her head and opened her mouth letting him slowly slide in the tip, moving her tongue all over it, the spongy texture felt hot , and he was leaking a lot of precum over her tongue, the cold metallic feeling of the piercing mixed with the warm salty taste of his pre cum felt like a elixir that made her feel dumb, even more dumb.

"Mnhh C-Chloe! Mnhh...fucking minx, you look so, so pretty. You want me to cum on your face huh? Want me to paint that slutty face of yours with my thick cum? Huh?..."She hated and loved at the same time the mocking voice tone that he used while degrading her, she was just a rag doll, a fuck toy at this moment, a lustful slut who only wanted to be corrupted by him. "Come on.... answer you dumb fucked slut..." He kept moving his hips, never breaking eye contact. She tried to deny it a bit longer, but her mouth and body reacted on their own

"Y-Yes D-Dewdrop..."

"Mnhh...yes what? Words dumb baby, use them..."

"...I want you to cum on my face ..."

" Mnggh....that's my good girl..." He smiled and rubbed the tip over his lips, he jerked a few times before he felt the tightness on his lower abdomen, a deep growl came from his lips as he came over her face. The hot and thick ropes of semen fell over her cheeks, lips and some on her tits. That was a sight that he could get tattooed on his back, in full color. She looked a complete mess. " Ah! ...you look so beautiful..."He dragged his thumb over her cheeks collecting a bit of his seed before sliding it on her mouth. " Such a good girl for me...Mngh come here babe, how do you want it huh? You want to ride me like a good girl? Or do you want me to take care of you as the slutty princess that you are?" He took her in his arms and lifted her to seat her on the bed as she tried to compose a bit.

" Mngh...."She laid on the bed and put her arms up towards him, legs fully open to receive him. " ple...please" she begged and it sounded like pure lustful bliss to him. He got on top of her crawling, like a feral animal about to devour a helpless prey, she was his prey. Only his, and he was going to make sure that the whole abbey finds out about it.

" Mngh Chloe..." He grabbed her face and kissed her, slowly letting both tongues dance and play while he moved his hips, rubbing his hard dick over her slick and between her folds, teasing her needy hole poking slowly without going in. He broke the kiss to let her breathe, between their mouths a string of saliva, she glistened under the soft low warm light of her room, her teary eyes, her plumped lips and the redness of her cheeks looking like something dew wanted to paint and keep on his wall for ever. " Tell me...you are mine and only mine...right? "He pushed just a bit further, letting the head of his cock slide inside her, just at the entrance.

"Mngh...d-dew... dew please....please fuck me....

"Answer me you dumb fucked kitten...You are mine?

"I-Im yours! I'm fuckin yours but please just...Ah! Fuck me already!

" As you wish...''He smiled pushing inside of her with one hard thrust, her warmth and slick walls felt absolutely amazing squeezing him, sucking him inside every time he pulled away. He began to thrust slowly at first, letting her adjust to his dick and to his moves. " Ah!..you feel so good, so warm..."they both moaned at the friction, from his chest erupted a deep growl when he felt how she twitched inside.

"Ah....Ah! D-Dew!..." She hugged him pressing against her chest, moaning at the cold feeling of his pierced nipples. The way he was rolling his hips was driving her mad, she felt like she was melting under him, she slipped her hand down his back scratching with her nails every time he pushed harder. Dew moaned at the feeling of her nails digging on his skin, he used his tail to press on her clit while he thrusted over and over.

"Mngg...what's wrong kitten? What happened with that sassy mouth? "As she was about to say something back to him he pushed harder and deeper, earning another delicious moan out of her, he laughed mockingly " That's what I thought...No no, don't look away...Look at me, I want to see your eyes while I'm breaking you.

She tried to keep her eyes on his, to engrave in her mind his expression of pure pleasure and primal hunger for her, she dug her nails harder as he moved, dragging them down to his ass, pressing him harder against him, caging him between her legs. He was moaning and cursing loudly while her velvety walls squeezed him , he lowered his head to give wet kisses and bites on her neck, shoulder, between his ear and shoulder. Taking the opportunity to moan obscenities to her ear and make her squirm under him while he fucked her. Pure filthy praises.

"Such a good girl for me...See, you are so much ...Ah! Better when you..mgnh behave. Tell me...who you belong to now little minx?...

"mmngh...fuck...you..." She smiled, pure fucked out bliss and mischief. She was teasing her limits with him, and he loved that. She looked so gorgeous being a bratt, with that dumb expression on her face, saliva going down her chin as she gasped and moaned at the rhythm of his thrust's

" Mngh you still don't want to learn? " He grabbed her from the waist and lifted her, she locked her legs on his waist as she hugged him pressing his face against her tits. He got up the bed, letting gravity do his job and lifting her just enough to get out of her, and then dropping her down on his dick. she was squeezing him so hard against her body that his nipple piercings left marks on her breasts. Everytime he went inside she could swear that he went deeper and deeper, hitting her cervix.

She was trying to kiss him but he moved his face away with a sly smile. " No...you don't deserve that yet kitten..."He left bites all over her neck, he was sure that there would be marks in the morning, and he wanted her to wear them proudly. " Look how cute you look with my fangs tattooed all over your neck...Mngg..ah! And you like it...I can feel how you are clenching to my dick..."As he kept thrusting into her, he could feel the tension building in his abdomen, he was close and he could feel it growing inside of him. The way in which their bodies melted together, the heat that irradiated from their union, the buildup feelings mixed with the lust that poured from them both making the air thick, heavy with the fire ghoul scent was intoxicating. She tried to kiss him again, and this time she succeeded. The taste of the fire ghoul could easily become an addiction to her, his forked tongue made her shiver and moan, it was so deeply embedded in just lust and pleasure that even breathing could wait in the middle of the kiss. He broke the kiss, she felt saliva leaking from her lips running down her chin, the hands of the fire ghoul went to her face making her looking at him while he thrusted harder and deeper, her lustful fucked out expression was everything that he could asked for, he growled at her ear when he feel his knot building and pushing against her entrance.

" Mngh fuck... that....that is...." She looked down and catched a glimpse of the dark red knot bulking underneath her. " D-Dew...

" Mngh...Ah, don't...worry I'm not going to...Mnhh fuck Chloe s-stop squeezing...It could hurt you…" He tried to push away for a moment, he really could hurt her, and he didn't want to. Not like that.

" Mgn want it! I want it Dewdrop! Please " She looked at him, full lust inside her eyes, filled with carnal desire, greedy for more.

That took him by surprise, most of the times the siblings who had engaged with him in those activities were scared by it, and cut him before letting it go all the way, he only had tried that with other ghouls. Especially because after knotting her, he would imprint his scent on her, she would totally be his after that, his mate. And, he wanted that but he was scared that her body would break.

"Mnh..C-Chloe it's... dangerous...fuck stop moving babe..." He tried to stop her, but she kept moving her hips looking for more of him. " Are you sure... totally sure?..

" I-I am! I want it dew....Please..." The way in which she was begging him, her shiny doe eyes asking for him to completely break her was enough for him to push against her.

"Mnhh....a-ah!.. Breathe Chloe, look at me....I want to see your eyes...Look how cute you are, so corrupted by me...a fucking mess" He growled, his eyes glowed and his pupils dilated, he felt his horns growing slightly along with his claws.

"Mnhh...f-fuck dewdrop...m-ore..." He dug his claws on the skin of her hips, tearing a bit of the skin. The smell of her sweet blood made him jerk his hips against her, pushing a bit more the knot, stretching her slowly.

"Mnhh...I'm going to...ah! Imprint my scent on you after this, everyone will know that you are mine..." He kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his back, hugging him tighter. " If you don't want this...say it now, Chloe...do you want this?..

"Mnhm...I...I do, please keep... I'm yours dew. " He smiled, kissing her again, before pushing harder against her, sliding his knot inside her with one thrust. She bit his shoulder and scratched his back. She felt a bit of pain but nothing unbearable. He was amazed, she took him with ease, like she was made for him, and she felt even tighter than before.

"Mnhh! Fucking hell...you feel like a sin babe. Use my name...claim me as yours too Chloe.."

"D-Dewdrop...Mnhh! Dew I'm...I'm yours...b-be mine...

"Mnhh...only yours little kitten..." He kept moving his hips , until he felt the scorching sensation traveling from his spine to his dick, he was almost there. His tail moved to her clit, spanking the engorged bud as he thrusted. " Mnhh...let's...ah...do it together yeah.

"I'm... Dewdrop I'm cumming! D-Dew! " She dragged her nails harder along his back as she came, drawing some blood on the process, he moaned in her ear as he emptied himself inside of her. The thick ropes of his cum coating her insides as she clenched one last time to him. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, trying to recover some strength and regulate their breathings.

He moved slowly, putting her on top of him while still being connected through the knot.

"It's going to take a couple of minutes to go down…are you okay? " He caressed her back with slow and soft touches, giving soft kisses to her forehead.

" Mnhh…D-Dew…" He bit behind her ear softly, muffling a sweet laugh. She sounded so relaxed.

" What is it? Are you uncomfortable? Want me to move a bit?..

"N-No, just…Are you going to, eh, stay with me? Or is this just a one night stand?

"I'm going to stay, if that's what you want…and what do you mean with a one night stand? I marked you, kitten.

" You really scented me!?...

"Oh yeah, I told you, you are mine now. Well we have this sharing agreement with the den but only if you are comfortable with it…

" You are really sure that you want me?

"...you were the only thing in my mind for almost a year, yeah I'm pretty sure that I want you. Besides, I'm pretty sure that everyone in the den was expecting this…

" ….you are an asshole…"She laughed, and as she moved she felt the knot getting out of her with a small pop sound. She let out a small gasp as she felt the thick cum of the ghoul sliding down her legs.

"Mgnh…Wanna take a shower?...

They took a shower together, he helped her to change her bedsheets and then, as he was about to dress and leave he felt her arms hugging him from behind.

"...stay here, please…

"...Are you sure? What if sister Val comes and sees me here?...

" She will probably pat me on the back and laugh. "She dragged him without much resistance from the ghoul to her bed, laying there, feeling the warm body of the ghoul lulling her to sleep. Before she closed her eyes, he kissed her softly, hugging her tightly to his chest. They both fell asleep minutes after that. Both hearts beating happy and calm, feeling loved.

As the couple walked in the dark hallways of the abbey close to her room, Sister Val felt something strange in the air. A weird sulfur smell mixed with some sweet sugary and cinnamon smell

" Are you sure that you don't want to sleep in my room?...Dolce, I think it's time to …eh …you know, be more official? " Copia tried to convince her to stay the night with him in his chambers, like many other nights they spent together.

" My sweet Papa…We are pretty much official on our own terms, and I already told Chloe that I'm staying in the room tonight, she is my best friend and she gets somewhat lonely when I spend to much in your office.

" I know, but I want to have you all for myself…

" You already have most of me to yourself, don't be selfish. She also needs me…

She opened the door to their shared room slowly, it was already late and she was sure that Chloe must be asleep. As she went inside with Copia behind her, she stood in front of her dear friend's bed, there was someone else in the bed with her, and she recognized the long silky hair.

" Is that…Dewdrop?..." Copia asked in disbelief. The fire ghoul seemed so calm, relaxed and happy, a scene that was pretty uncommon for the always energetic and somewhat mean ghoul.

"Fucking finally…" She smiled and pressed a small kiss on her sleeping friend's forehead, before turning to face her lover" You know? I'm going to stay with you tonight after all, she already has some really good company…

She took a look at the cookies in the small tea table, the used bed sheets in a corner waiting for laundry day, and their clothes on the floor. She left a note " You look really pretty in his arms, lucky girl. Fucking finally! I want all the details in the morning, love Val. " And then left the room with Copia, who was bombarding her with questions.

She would have a really good breakfast talk with her dear friend, and she couldn't be happier for her.

A.N: Well, there it is. I hope all of you enjoy of this, this was really special to write because, again it's for my best friend 💕 Boobaby I adore u, with every strain of my cute heart ahhaahha 💕

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